Album Review: The Hip Priests – “Stand For Nothing”
Album number four from Nottingham’s premier filth wizards, and if you’ve heard any of their previous three, you’ll know what to expect here. Despite their branching out into putting out the epic ten-minute No Time Like Right Now single last year, Stand For Nothing sees the Priests returning to the Stooges/Pistols/Dead Boys ferocity that’s been their trademark over the last decade plus.
And all you really need to know is it’s brilliant, just the same as the previous efforts there. Look, I could go on about how there’s very few bands who can convincingly pull off the trick of mixing the sheer fury and anger of society breaking down that the Stooges once did and mixing it with the “And we don’t caaaaaaaare” nihilism of Rotten and co, or the fact that tracks such as Welcome To Shit Island and Social Hand Grenade are some of the most nail-on-the-head howls of frustration at what a shitshow Britain’s turned into over the last decade or so. Or the fact that the band sound as supremely tight as ever here with the ferocious drumming, flamethrower riffs and howled vocals combining together to create something genuinely awesome on the likes of Last Train Wrecks, From Here To Adversity and the ominous Deja FU.
But, in keeping with the nature of this band, I’m gonna keep this review simple and to the point – Stand For Nothing rocks like a motherfucker. And in times where it really feels like humanity as a whole is going to hell in a handcart, if we’re gonna need a soundtrack for society’s imminent breakdown, then the sheer chaos contained within this 40 or so minutes should do the trick nicely. They may be, in their own words on closer Rock ‘n’ Roll Leper, “too stupid to quit and too dumb to care” but in these testing times, it feels as though the Hip Priests are arguably a more vital band than ever.
Angry, righteous and nihilistic, Stand For Nothing isn't anything you wouldn't expect from the Hip Priests, but when this sort of music's done this well, who really gives a fuck about that? In an age where walking adverts for mediocrity like the Struts are championed as the saviours of rock music, we arguably need these scumbags more than ever to show us what real scuzzy nasty rock 'n' roll looks like.