Monkeys

There's an irreverence to this track that cuts through almost immediately — a jagged, almost punk-adjacent guitar riff that doesn't ask permission to take up space. The tempo is quick and slightly combative, and the rhythm section punches with a directness that some of the band's more atmospheric work deliberately avoids. This is the HIATUS in a rawer configuration, less interested in mood-painting and more interested in momentum. Hosomi's voice here leans harder into his rock register, slightly rougher at the edges, carrying something like frustration or dark amusement rather than the elegiac quality he reaches for elsewhere. The lyrics carry an edge of social or interpersonal critique — observational and a little biting, watching human behavior with something between contempt and rueful recognition. There's a particular English-speaking rock lineage audible here: angular post-punk, the early 2000s alternative sound that the band absorbed deeply during ELLEGARDEN's formative years, repurposed into something that is still unmistakably theirs. It doesn't linger; it arrives, makes its point sharply, and moves on. This is the song you play when you need something with teeth — in the car when you're annoyed, on a run when the pace you need has to come from somewhere external, or when the album you're listening to needs an interruption in its own seriousness.