I’ve got some great memories of The Hard Ons, primarily from the mid- to late-1980s when the band released some rip snorting records and blazed a frantic trail across the U.K. whenever it came up from Australia to tour. These memories are based around a manic sound that was refreshing and invigorating, the key traits of what I enjoyed so much about the band. In the intervening years the band has dropped off my radar somewhat so I was intrigued when a new album dropped through my letterbox—would it rekindle the feelings that I’d had a quarter of a century ago? The simple answer is, unfortunately, no. The reasons are varied but on the whole the songs do very little to move me, physically or mentally, and I’m left with a sense of wanting to get on with something else and find myself eager to reach the end of the album—never a good sign. It’s not a case of Peel Me Like an Egg lacking variation but even with the band mixing up the style of songs, especially in terms of pace, this just fails to engage me. I get that bands move on but this is a progression I’ll leave well alone.
–Rich Cocksedge (Boss Tuneage, bosstuneage.com)