Shehehe

Shehehe makes rocking hard seem easy. Most of the band’s songs run for about three minutes and sound like Slash jamming with The Runaways. Nicole Bechill doesn’t sing; she barks like a rabid pit bull puppy. Jason Fusco doesn’t play the drums; he beats the living hell out of them. It’s an unabashed celebration of that reliable adrenaline charge that comes from belligerent shredding and near-constant gang vocals. - Free Times

Athens’ SHEHEHE has a fairly unique sound with dual, aggressive, harmonizing female vocals, tight punk rock instrumentation and legit songs. I remember liking them the last time I saw them, this time I loved their set. I have no idea why I didn’t pick up their new vinyl at the show. They’re playing A.U.R.A. Fest in Statesboro soon. - Hissing Lawns

The young punk-ish band Shehehe was stellar as an opener for The Queers a few months ago, and the Athens band will return to The Jinx Aug. 2.

Look for a strong, upbeat set by an act whose career is definitely worth watching. - Do Savannah

Buoyed by an intense rehearsal schedule and regular out-of-town gigging, the band entered the studio a few months back to craft its debut album, which it titled, appropriately enough, New American Jet Rock.

Although sessions were scheduled at a less than ideal time—the day after a late-night gig—SheHeHe entered Full Moon Studio with engineer Jay Rodgers and finished its planned five tracks in one day. Although male and female vocals were tracked separately, everything else was done live. The band kept going until it had finished 11 tunes and had a full album under its belt.

There aren't any light moments on New American Jet Rock. It announces itself loudly and immediately. It's hard to understate the appeal of what Hannan calls the group's "gang vocals"—that is, when the whole band is singing at once. Further, SheHeHe seems uniquely situated in its chosen genre, which is typically very male-oriented, macho and boys-club-ish.

Indeed, for decades, women in such groups have been relegated to support positions, although they're often oxymoronically, decoratively, placed up front. But SheHeHe exists wildly outside of this; Shuck and Bechill are such essential parts of every process and performance that it feels old fashioned to even mention. Audiences trained on years, even decades of the old model, though, no doubt appreciate and respect this fresh-air aspect of the band very much.

Lyrically, it must be said, SheHeHe doesn't break any new ground. The group sings about waitresses, losing one's mind, idiotic sex boasts (“I've got a bong and I'm bangin' your mom”) and other well worn rock and roll tropes. Still, if you step back and just enjoy the music, it's pretty easy to not really notice any of what's being sung. There's no lyric sheet that comes with the album, and you've gotta lean in pretty closely to pick out gems like the one mentioned above. And anyway, rock and roll shouldn't be gauged by its social consciousness, but by whether or not it hits that fist-shaking nerve. And New American Jet Rock hits it square on. - The Flagpole

Speaking of girls, headliner Shehehe has a band name I feel especially ridiculous saying aloud because it makes me feel like one. As their self-described style of "new American jet rock" implies, this Athens, Ga., crew is a glam-punk bomb that's more than a little fueled by Johnny Thunders. Their punk and roll bag is schticky and sometimes thin, but when the whole gang sings, they shake the goddamned walls. What's more, they seem to have some righteous influences, even throwing in a Wreckless Eric cover. Besides, any band that can make a perfect rock & roll song like "Rollin'," the sole track on their Facebook page, is always dangerous. - Orlando Weekly