Here's my review prologue: Vitriol - yes, it was a brilliant song, and no, I'm not sure if the group could ever make something like it again. But that stroke of absolute genius shouldn't allow us to compare all their proceeding work against such an unfairly high yardstick. I mean, even after Exerciser, Rhubarb put out some pretty good stuff, didn't they? I'm fairly sure they did. At any rate, the point of this gratuitously long introduction is that although none of the tracks on Head of the Hawk quite match Vitiriol, the album as a whole places Problems well and truly in the shadows.
The boys have focussed here much more on their endearing pop sensibilities and lyrical finesse , crafting an album that might be less aggressive, but at the same time is more focussed, less floundering, and as a result it lands a much harder punch. Gone is the excessive bravado of Problems, and instead they've dished up pure pop pay-dirt. What remains is an album that will stay in your CD player for many more months, and in your head for much longer.
