"Sorry, I get a bit existential when I listen to the music of Hungr. Here's why, I have NO IDEA who they (or any other pronoun) are. They're another link-less Bandcamp with cryptic genre tags that I'd need a hipster rosetta stone to decipher. Here's how they go: "loss," "love," "motel," "sex," "stolen," "vintage," like a set of Hunter S. Thompson magnetic poetry.
It certainly is, slinky, sexy, sweaty, sticky, so-Cal sounding music. Dirty, lo-fi, blues with road-worn grit and soft haunting vocals, tracks "You're one" and "Your weight, my shoulder," are all I have to offer, but here's to hoping they won't be so reclusive in the future. IF YOU'RE IN THE BAND, HIT ME UP. Enjoy. - EARMILK
HUNGR’s two track self titled single is one that has left me all shaken up. ‘You’re One’, my choice song, has a very vintage and seductive sound. It’s dark, an experimental track, meant for motels and sleepless nights. I have found myself completely hooked to HUNGR. In two minutes they have managed to record something so piercing that it just leaves you stunned. I hate over explaining a song, especially one that is so genuinely raw and gratifying, so I won’t go on. Honestly, there is no need, just have a listen. -Dingus, Lovecat