“You’ve heard it all before but baby we’re just to die for,” drawls one of the choruses here, a bullish sales pitch for the Bohicas’ music in general. The Essex quartet strive for the surge and swoon of rock’n’roll and aren’t remotely fussed about breaking new ground. There’s an undeniable thrill in the high-velocity charge of tracks such as Swarm, the kind of pell-mell riffing indie moshpits were made for, and Red Raw does a good job of channeling the sludgy paranoia of stoner rock. But overall, the swagger and sonic brawn get a bit wearying and it’s a shame they don’t show more of the pop nous that glimmers intermittently here.
