The Runaway Hunter The Headman by The Shaker Hymn: A Raw Slice of Irish Alt-Rock Magic
Alright, let’s talk about The Runaway Hunter The Headman, the 2014 album from Ireland’s own The Shaker Hymn. Released under Heavy Noids Records, this alternative rock gem feels like a gritty love letter to anyone who digs raw, unfiltered vibes with just enough edge to keep things interesting. It’s not perfect—heck, it doesn’t even try to be—but that’s kinda what makes it stick.
First up, “Hunter & The Headman.” This track hits you right outta the gate with its moody guitar riffs and vocals that sound like they were recorded in some dimly lit pub on the outskirts of Dublin. There’s something hypnotic about how the melody builds, layer by layer, until you’re fully hooked. You know those songs where you can almost picture the band sweating it out live? Yeah, this is one of ‘em. What stays with me most is the chorus—it’s simple but punches hard, like an old friend reminding you of truths you forgot.
Then there’s “The Runaway,” which takes a slightly different turn. If “Hunter” feels brooding and intense, this one leans into a more restless energy. The rhythm has this driving pulse, like your heartbeat when you’re running away from… well, whatever demons are chasing ya. The lyrics feel personal yet vague enough for you to fill in your own blanks. I remember humming this tune for days after hearing it—there’s a line or two that just burrows into your brain and refuses to leave. Not complaining though; sometimes annoyingly catchy is exactly what you need.
What stands out about this album isn’t fancy production or over-the-top solos—it’s the authenticity. These guys aren’t trying to reinvent rock; they’re just doing their thing, loud and proud. And honestly? That’s refreshing as hell in a world full of overly polished nonsense.
So yeah, if you’re into alt-rock with soul—or if you’ve ever felt like running away yourself—give The Runaway Hunter The Headman a spin. Just don’t blame me if it sticks with you longer than expected. Oh, and here’s a random thought: listening to this album feels kinda like finding an old leather jacket at a thrift store—it might smell weird at first, but once you break it in, it becomes your favorite thing ever. Go figure.
