The Heydaze Emerge On The Scene With a Lively, Painless Debut

Bounciness personified best describes the strong selling point behind New York outfit The Heydaze's introduction to American audiences, "Hurt Like Hell". Don't let the title scare you off though. The Heydaze have crafted a fascinating opening message to the world where guitar takes the lead while the other components of the band gasp for air in a valiant attempt to catch up. If you're not swaying in traffic as the notes of this song ease their way into your bloodstream then you, ladies and gents, have no soul that I'm aware of. At the top of the heap lies vocalist Jesse Fink who possesses an amiable style that alternative radio is already holding close to its bosom. Andrew Spelman breathes radiant life into his guitar, a little something for Jesse to cruise over top of, to promenade step down the runway as he shows off his best rock poses. Tyler Matte thumps his way to glory behind the drum kit. He also appears to be having quite the time, hammering home just the right amount of pizzazz. New York has always been a hotbed for talent extending back for decades and The Heydaze look ready to join that proud tradition of musical drive. Alexander Giantz adds texture via his swoon worthy bass contributions. The Heydaze know better than to ramble on for six minutes plus, plunging its menacing dagger into affairs of the heart. What's more they shouldn't have to when three minutes fifteen seconds works just fine. Best of all Jesse doesn't beat around the bush. The lyrics convey as much. There's this woman in his life who causes him to have sleepless nights on the heels of a headache brought on by red wine. Sounds understandable enough, yes? Cold sweat and late night caffeine aren't doing wonders for his long term prospects either. How brave it is of Jesse to lay his cards on the table so freely, knowing what price he may end up paying for the disclosure. Essentially the lady in question hurts like hell, hence the barbed wire spiked title. He's in pain and has her to both blame and thank. He's only got himself to blame for her presence but individual accountability's asking a bit too much. The chorus is contagiously catchy and the musicianship superb. Do you want a quick jolt of cardiovascular zoom? "Hurt Like Hell" will give you the right dosage without bringing on signs of a cardiac episode. The third verse finds Jesse indulging in what appears to be his first bite in some time. In addition he's become quite friendly with the snooze button. In short "Hurt Like Hell" only leaves you smarting due to the mind scrambling experience you get when basking in the aura of a band that's doing everything possible to demonstrate why its star is on the rise.