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Märvel: Warhawks Of War

The Swedish garage rock explosion, Pt 7,596.

You’re nobody in the world of Scandinavian rock if you haven’t got a shtick. For Swedish foursome Märvel, this means a depressingly ‘wacky’ mixture of military uniforms, cycling gear, gimp masks and superhero personalities to go with their freewheeling sonics.

It’s to their credit that this frankly rubbish notion isn’t to the detriment of their music.

While hardly radical, their third album runs down all the key points on the garage rock to do list: strategically deployed hand claps, unrelenting cowbell and gasoline-fuelled riffs that will have The Hellacopters calling up to get their old Dictators records back.

It might be at least a decade late to the party, but Warhawks Of War remains good, wholesome Scandi-rock fun. No more, no less.

Dave Everley has been writing about and occasionally humming along to music since the early 90s. During that time, he has been Deputy Editor on Kerrang! and Classic Rock, Associate Editor on Q magazine and staff writer/tea boy on Raw, not necessarily in that order. He has written for Metal Hammer, Louder, Prog, the Observer, Select, Mojo, the Evening Standard and the totally legendary Ultrakill. He is still waiting for Billy Gibbons to send him a bottle of hot sauce he was promised several years ago.