Hefner
We Love The City

THE REVIEW

Sometimes one wonders what success depends on, I’m not talking about the kind proposed or supposed by TV ads, but about the global one, when you are a good musician, or a group of good musicians, the kind of great song, you know.

Well, listening to these Hefner, of whom I was unaware, you ask yourself, "How is it that so few people know them?" Yet they are a hundred times better than the likes of Maroon 5 and other groups of that type who torment us with their choruses. I downloaded the video of "Good Fruit", in which they are first sitting on a couch, then someone puts the CD of the piece and they start dancing in a group dance manner that I can only manage by barely lifting a leg but "feeling" the music a lot, which flows so catchily and sticks in your head. This album is simply good rock that you can listen to even in company without someone saying: lower the volume, a great soundtrack for roads returning from the sea at sunset, knowing that a nice evening awaits you, humming without having much desire to ask big questions about life. As much as they might ask them, even with a certain dose of cynicism: "The Day That Thatcher Dies" is one of the titles.

The album is from 2000, but it certainly maintains a great sonic freshness (it is not one of those that expire), because this is exactly it, a fresh album without particular pretensions to become a reference for anything. I also recommend it for keeping rhythm while cooking, doing little dances while sautéing pasta in a pan. For those who want a reference, the type "I only buy empty boxes... ", I can tell you that they somewhat resemble Lloyd Cole And The Commotions twenty years later and therefore also the Orange Juice of "Lean Period", a great album of my adolescence, always obviously twenty years later, a bit less melancholic and more political in their lyrics. Very British.