A hookworm is a parasitic organism which creeps into and inhabits its host. Akin to their namesake, this burgeoning five-piece from Leeds, create a similar effect at their visceral live show.
It's tough to pigeon-hole Hookworms. At a push, they're best described as engineers of psychedelic noise rock.
With a glut of synths and all sorts of frills at their disposal, the group manufacture an inimitable, sprawling sound.
Showcasing cuts from their 2014 release, The Hum, it becomes salient that every nuance in every track is a deliberate touch of artistry.
Songs like The Impasse and Radio Tokyo crescendo, note by note, into hulking anthems and a sea of bobbing heads bow in approval.
For most part of their set, the Rescue Rooms is transformed into a cacophonous box of throbbing feedback. The intensity is unmitigated. And they are angry – very angry. Frontman MJ's guttural refrains intersperse with thrashing, violent guitar strokes to frightening effect.
You should need to sign a waiver prior to a Hookworms gig. There is little to no respite as the group execute what is an all-out sensory assault. At times, this can overwhelm – particularly when the set heads wayward at its mid-point as tracks begin to segue into one long thrum.
Admittedly Hookworms are a challenging listen, but once they have you in their clutches, it's a wholly rewarding experience. Set closer Retreat epitomises their fare. Cymbals crash, guitars wail and synths resonate for an utterly enthralling climax.
In full stride, they are a beguiling force majeure – but as is the nature of their sound, they are an acquired taste. If you really want to reap the rewards of this band, just free your mind, take a deep breath and let Hookworms slowly creep into your conscience.
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