Hacha's love for classic rock delves into familiar territory, yet the band still leaves room for fresh songwriting. They're confident and mature, and do not rely upon annoying indie quirks in order to exploit well-trodden territory. A consistent, positive and freewheeling attitude pervades a variety of moods and song-structures, complete with multiple sections and bridges and sticky, fleshed out rock leads. The band will win you over, and you'll never feel as if they were lazy in their songwriting or playing.
The disc's most obtrusive moments are characterized by raspy, extroverted vocals -- they're gutsy, but stop short of being annoying. "The Slip"'s first thirty, sepia-toned seconds are followed by aggressive, sardonic pop-style vocals. Harmonica and acoustic guitar interludes offer breathers, but as a whole the song is pretty energetic. Similarly, "Borrowed Time" spouts in-your-face rock attitude, and the vocals seem unrestrained -- but it's the classic, jamming solos, which range from stoned-out to hyper-involved, that complete the tune with spontaneity and spark.
You'll find poppier moments on songs such as "What About Bob", "Concubine", "Ladia Mine" and "Orange You Glad". Each of them supplies catchy, upbeat riffs without submitting to the strictures of straightforward pop. They take a number of unexpected turns, the best being "Orange You Glad"'s spiraling and jarring bridge. "Concubine"'s upbeat background claps, rolling acoustic jangle and playfully modest, introspective lyrics recall Simon & Garfunkel's '60s blend of folk and electric pop.
"Take A Bow" and "Her Eyes" offer a break from Hacha's involved rock. "Bow" is based on a slow, bending lead line that stumbles around a heavy rock beat, while "Eyes" is a folk ballad whose distorted guitars add a psychedelic twist.
Hacha sounds like a live band that enjoys more than an occasional jam -- and they've been playing gigs for nearly half a decade, so that makes sense. The classic rock energy here is so familiar as to seem homey, but Hacha's inventive songwriting packs enough edgy cleverness to justify a more thorough exploration of their sound.