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"Hysterics" is the debut album by Rolo Tomassi recorded in spring 2008 and released on 22 September 2008. The album is Rolo Tomassi's first release on Hassle Records and features all new tracks. The album received an exclusive first review from Thrash Hits, who awarded the album a maximum score.
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The funny thing about Hysterics, the debut album from Rolo Tomassi, Sheffield's famously light-in-years posse of art punks (singer Eva Spence is, like, seven or something), is that it doesn't really sound like the work of a young band at all. Not that they exactly come across as preternaturally aged; just that next to the spunky spazz of their self-titled EP, the band's first full-length isn't quite the eccentric gas one might have expected. I can't help but wonder if playing out their teenage years as an avant-rock cause celebre hasn't somehow sobered them up. When some of your most vocal fans are serious-minded thirtysomethings, maybe creating songs as exuberantly demented as the EP's 'Film Noir' or 'Seagull' seems unduly flip.
None of which stops Hysterics being a good record. It's just that, unexpectedly, its most arresting moments are rooted in slow, stately builds and the newfound dynamic possibilities afforded by Eva's throat-clutchingly harsh vocal repertoire expanding to include a ghostly coo. The record is bookended by its two best tracks: 'Oh, Hello Ghost', a gothic exercise in tease and restraint that rises from nothing like mist in graveyard, haunted keyboards swelling and swelling and swelling and then KABOOM: 30 seconds before the end, Eva finally suckers us with her full madwoman-in-the-attic fury.
Basically, Hysterics sounds like a transitional record - pretty impressive going for a debut album. If you want this year's deepest hit of screaming WTF-core, you're probably better checking out Ponytail's magnificently unfathomable Ice Cream Spiritual; Rolo Tomassi have done what they felt they needed to do with the flame of youth and are apparently intent on moving on to something darker, grander, greater. The day they catch up with themselves will no doubt be the day they turn in their masterpiece; but with a combined age probably still less than that of Smoosh, it'd be a shame if they didn't have fun on the way there.
Reviewed by Andrzej Lukowski for drownedinsound.com.
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