The band look like a group of predatory vultures at a squat party coughing out their unsavoury lyrics… New-Noise.net: Jun. ’08. Dressed in black The Hyenas cut a formidable sight. Dirty Little Love Song starts off like a freakish version of Weezer's Hashpipe put through a Munsters filter. Under Ultra Violet Lights is a considerable improvement. This time they've taken The Stooges and poured it through The Rocky Horror Discombobulater. It's your every day story of stabbing your girlfriend, then dumping her body and keeping her heart (under ultraviolet light). It’s still about as threatening as a dead fluffy bunny rabbit but it's stupidly catchy, so who are we to complain? Musicomh.com: Jun. ’08. The Hyenas ‘Dirty little love song’ (big trash). Bugger me this is pretty nifty. (The) lead cut is blessed with a charmed fatality and sees ’dirty little love song’ positioning itself as a mid way marker point between the Plastic Toys and the Black Halos - a gnarled garage blues beaut braided with chugging riffs and an affecting darkly decoded mooching like demeanour all topped off with an off kilter swaggering strut. Need we say more. ‘under ultra violet light’ over on the flip is a whole different kettle of fish, assuming a spiked goth appeal this cutie takes its cue from the Specimen’s ’beauty of poison’ and insidiously works into its matrix a heady cocktail of Dead Boys, Lords of the New Church and post ’Black Album’ era Damned nuances whilst simultaneously finding itself framed with a distractively infectious chorus hook that sounds strangely as though it was whipped straight from under the feet of a ’underwater moonlight’ era Soft Boys. Now how clever is that? Losingtoday.com Missive 169: Aug. ’08. A gnarled garage blues beaut braided with chugging riffs and an affecting darkly decoded mooching like demeanour all topped off with an off-kilter swaggering strut. Losingtoday.com Missive 169: Aug. ’08. Bugger me this is pretty nifty. Losingtoday.com Missive 169: Aug. ’08. Spiky slice of pub rock malevolence, with the impact of a fist between your front two teeth… Subba-Cultcha: Sept. ’08. Any band that proclaims itself as a 'hybrid of the Bad Seeds, The Cramps and The Damned' has got my expectations and my hopes up, yes – and they're now all pinned on the listening. And, am I disappointed? Oh no, what a surprise – it's great! A down and dirrrrty bass, Cramps-esque guitar, and decidedly suggestive lyrics sung by a swooning Paul of Upminster, what more do you want from your rock 'n' roll? You could play this in your leopard-print seated Cadillac De Ville, cigarette in holder, cruising around and vamping it up – you'll get a few looks, upset a large number of Daily Mail readers and grandmothers, but it'd be worth it. But lyrically, "Under The Ultra-Violet Lights" is a winner. 'I dumped her body but kept her heart', a murderer's love poem to the girl he's just stabbed under the UV, presumably in some dank and dingy nightclub somewhere in Hackney. It's catchy, quirky, memorable and with more than just a touch of dark panache. Ye haw, I know I'm getting excitable here, but I reckon they might be onto something. They hail from Camden, so I know it's unlikely they'll be clean-cut kids, but if they manage to hold it together, then who knows? They've already supported Babyshambles and Gallows, and they've got a certain sparkle and fire that's perceptible from just one listen – it's all good! Hard-wired.org.uk: Oct. ‘08 It's catchy, quirky, memorable and with more than just a touch of dark panache. They've got a certain sparkle and fire that's perceptible from just one listen… Hard-wired.org.uk: Oct. ‘08