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Having emerged from a bustling Glaswegian scene of DIY artists and musicians, Honeyblood allow themselves the luxury of flexing their muscles on a polished debut album bursting with catchy hooks and melodies. Honeyblood never strays from their chosen MO of delivered tight, cohesive pop tunes pumped full of sass and angst. Spending their formative years as a band recording demos with a single mic in a kitchen, Stina and Shona have stripped away the buzz from their early recordings and now defiantly snarl at life's problems with hands on hips, legs akimbo and confidence pulsing through their veins.

Sounding somewhere between Camera Obscura and Vivian Girls, Honeyblood specialise in immediacy, with only the album's final track exceeding the 4 minute mark, cranking up the distortion and launching into eminently singable chorus' at every turn. Give most artists the opportunity to write songs about an ex-partner and chances are that you'll get a tender acoustic ballad full of forlornness and delicate emotional imagery, Honeyblood wouldn't dream of creating something so simpering. Instead, on 'Super Rat', they spit on the polaroids and memories of former relationships in a fist-pumping, power-chord driven chorus that hollers "I will hate you forever."

Stina Tweeddale keeps her guitar playing simple, instead allowing her snapping vocals and cutting lyrics to do the talking. Whether it's in the mocking indignation of 'All Dragged Up' or the hissing anger of distrustful, emotionally turbulent relationships in 'Choker', she curls her lip, furrows her brow and aims a powerful kick to the testes. There is plenty of gutsy power on Honeyblood, from the first furious guitar chords of album opener 'Fall Forever' to the restless shuffle and jump of recent single 'Killer Bangs', spraying blood and spit into the ear of the listener.

Tweeddale sometimes turns the barrel of her gun back on herself, fleetingly revealing the tender flesh underneath her broken, hard skin; "It's not your fault the white flag is hanging on the wall" she concedes on the album's standout track 'Bud'. But mainly Honeyblood reserve their ire for others, admonishing lovers, ex-lovers, so-called experts and sometimes all three at once, such as on the harmony-led jangle-pop track 'Joey'.

Ever since dawn of pop music, young artists have expressed their woes of heartbreak through song, and they will forever more, appealing to young generation after young generation for expressing the shared feeling of lost love during those delicate years of youth. Those artists who standout from the rest of the pack do exactly this with the additional knack of killer songwriting, and Honeyblood fortunately have that going for them in an abundance.

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