More than five years after their last album, I hate them they return to the scene with “Present perfect”, a self-released album with a realistic and raw sound that points to the DIY philosophy and the 90s Riot Grrrl movement, as well as supposedly accelerated in pace and content. The Madrid women hold nothing back and seem to demand attention based on the incontestable immediacy of their new songs. Six songs and fifteen minutes in a direct reference to the jugular and that is enough to convince of their intentions, in what can be understood as a reflex act with respect to the message that their own music contains.
A work taken as a flattering contrast that wanders between celebration of life, rage, humor and despair, with generous acidity presiding over each and every one of the lyrics. The quartet brings to the surface the hopelessness implicit in the millennial generation, in a discouragement that they face with inevitable conformity and even a certain optimism. A theory that oozes non-stop throughout this reference that spreads longer than it lasts, without prejudices and supported vertically with influences from Las Vulpes, Paralisis Permanente or Undershakers, condensing a stylistic amalgam that transits, with a punk pose, between power-pop, new-age and indie-pop.
Songs of a little more than two minutes of the ironic type “The bath party”, the best of the lot along with that clarifying rush that gives the release its title and the catchy “Autoexplotación”. Nor do they clash with the fun “Expectations”, “Trapped” or the caustic “Heavy”. I hate them return to endorse the healthy validity of the current scene of female bands that operate with ample consistency, in the case of Shego, Melenas, Ginebras, Tiburona or Cariño, in a league that is completed with other groups with the same attitude of defiance and youthful cockiness in which would accommodate La Paloma, Cala Vento, Cora Yako, Corte! or Camels.