here hare here
«Oh my boys, my boys, we are at the end of an age! And here we are, we three; perhaps the last island of beauty… in the world» – these are words by uncle Monty in the British cult-movie ‹Whitnail & I›, from which HERE HARE HERE’s name is also derived. The quote could not be any more befitting. In a world which is increasingly ruled by money alone and seemingly headed for what might well be the next great war, these three Swiss mountaineers with a South African streak belong to the few things, that still embody beauty in every sense possible. With their own brand of straight garage rock, which is reminiscient of early Iggy & The Stooges, but also boasts current siblings in spirit such as The Black Keys or Jack White, HERE HARE HERE play their way directly into one’s head and legs. True, they don’t reinvent the wheel but they, by all means, do not lack distinction, as they thrive on their sublime stage presence as well as the longing inherent to their music. This is where HERE HARE HERE feels right: no matter if the stage is in a club, a park or even their own living room. Once they’ve blared out their first few bars over the amp, there’s no restraint – no matter where you are.