The ongoing saga of The Wildhearts: round 2025. Love him or loathe him, you’ve got to admire Ginger Wildheart for keepin’ on keepin’ on and delivering the goods. Whether it be under the guise of The Wildhearts or any of the solo/side projects, over the years he has united, divided and sometimes ostracised his fan base. But one thing we can all agree on is that life as a Wildhearts fan has never been boring!
I thought The Wildhearts were over (again) after the messy ‘21st Century Love Songs’ tour was done and dusted. By all accounts the other band members were done and not interested in doing another Wildhearts album. So, what does the main man do? He gets Jon Poole back on bass, former Main Grains/Spangles man Ben Marsden on guitar and Bonafide singer Pontus Snibb on drums to make the best sounding Wildhearts album since, well since at least ‘Chutzpah!’ in my humble opinion.
I must admit, I didn’t get the last Wildhearts album ‘21st Century Love Songs’ at all. To me it sounds unfocused, a mash of second-hand ideas and ultimately the sound of a man going through the motions. The antithesis of a Wildhearts album for me. Maybe all his best moments HAD finally been used? I was expecting ’The Satanic Rites Of The Wildhearts’ to follow suit, and I am glad to report I was wrong…very wrong.
Billed as spiritually and sonically a throwback to the 1993 debut album ‘Earth Vs..’ (check out the cover art), ‘The Satanic Rites..’ has all the hallmarks you want from a Wildhearts record, but in all honesty, it doesn’t sound anything like that debut.
With Ginger going through a transitional period from negative to positive mindset, and the sonic influence of Jon Poole’s bass playing, it sounds more like The Wildhearts circa 2003 or even the sprawling ‘555%’ triple solo album to these ears.
For all the purists saying it’s not a Wildhearts album without CJ, Rich or Danny, check out the history books, dudes! Drummers, bass players and guitarists have come and gone, all great and all bring their own thing to The Wildhearts, but the catalyst has always been Ginger, and if he says it’s a Wildhearts record then you best believe it is.
‘Eventually’ opens proceedings with a wall of jarring, regimental riffs and acerbic, guttural vocals that build to a killer, instant chorus. Upbeat and euphoric, with proggy bass leanings and more twists and turns than a Tarantino movie, it comes on like a ‘555%’ lost outtake, in a good way. The crisp production from Jim Pinder just seems to accentuate the mash of melody and crunching guitars. Fabulous stuff indeed.
The ‘Earth Vs’ influence rears its head on next track ‘Scared Of Glass’, a sure-fire future live favourite. That riff and the ensuing instrumental madness brings to mind ‘Everlone’ and the euphoric “woah-woah” build will lift your mood better than any drug could (maybe). Now that, my friends, is a bonafide Wildhearts song.
‘Troubadour Moon’ is classic Wildhearts single fodder. Lyrically, it explores the dying breed of songwriters and travelling musicians we all fell in love with back in the day. Musically, it has one of those catchy, instant hooks that Ginger just seems to have in abundance, and leaves you wondering how you survived without it in your life. On first listen it sounded great to these ears. Now, in the context of the album it feels like revisiting an old friend.
The snotty and defiant ‘Kunce’ (read it again and laugh) is a middle finger to all naysayers. A 3-minute stab of punky, pop music to round off side 1 nicely. Just what the doctor ordered.
Dropping the virtual needle on side 2 and ‘Maintain Radio Silence’ is far from silent and not really radio friendly at all! A bile-spitting fest of a verse builds to a sonically seductive hook. There’s plenty of tasty guitar work going on and it all sounds exciting and thoroughly exhilarating on the first few runs through. It’s sure to be a grower.
The urgent beats of ‘Blue Moon Over Brinkburn’ introduce another banger that harks back to the early solo albums in feel. With a chorus that will bury deep and all sorts of musical craziness going off on tangents, it’s an album highlight for me.
This album is not all perfect though, several songs, while I certainly wouldn’t call fillers, scream ‘album track’ if you know what I mean. ‘Hurt People Hurt People’ is the introspective and heartfelt curveball on the album that just seems to miss the mark, ‘Fire in The Cheap Seats’ sounds magnificent for the first minute but lacks that killer chorus, and ‘I’ll Be Your Monster’ doesn’t scare like its title suggests, although that crazy sax break was unexpected! Now, this could all change once the album beds in. Sometimes, my least favourite album tracks become winners in the end, that is the beauty of Ginger’s songwriting.
Then we come to the epic album closer ‘Failure Is The Mother Of Success’. One of those Ginger compositions that grows with each play. A brave choice for a first single, it gets better with each listen, and you notice more with each listen. The killer hook, the proggy breakdown and the euphoric time changes. A mash of song ideas that give that experimental juxtaposition we have come to love and expect. It comes on like a ‘…Destroyed’ era b-side (and we all know how good they are!). The “you took a lot of knocks to get where you are today” refrain leaves a lasting impression long after it has faded out.
With ‘The Satanic Rites…’ my faith in The Wildhearts has been restored. For me, it’s a stronger and more focused album than the previous 2 releases.
A new Wildhearts album needs time to bed itself in, and while it’s early days, I feel given time it’s going to be up there in the discography with the best of ‘em.
The moral of the story? Never give up on your heroes, as they need you as much as you need them and one day they may just surprise you when you least expect it.
An (in)glorious return to form, buy or die.
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Author: Ben Hughes
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