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Straight outta Fagersta, Sweden, the Hives are breaking out like the plague, ready to infect fans of the searing, minimalist rock 'n' roll of the Strokes and the White Stripes. A quick antidote to the teen gloss, scary neu metal, and pallid baby-boomer mush filling the airwaves, the Hives go back to the garage to get their ya-yas out, cribbing from the Stooges and Radio Birdman, the Ramones and the Cramps, not to mention "Louie Louie" and countless Nuggets and Pebbles grads. The suit-clad Swedes revere only the basic tenets of garage rock -- flat, snare-happy drumming, guitars that latch on to a few good chords and wear 'em thin as rayon, and, most importantly, a snarling, panting lead vocalist. So while their sound isn't exactly original, it's like a blast of fresh air in a stale storeroom. Fulfilling the genre's requirement for attitude, frontman Howlin' Pelle Almqvist (no kidding!) and his cohorts get in your face, dropping an atomic bomb on "The Hives -- Declare Guerre Nucleaire," getting amped up on "Die, All Right!," and waxing precocious on "Statecontrol." But watch out, because songs such as the slinky "Main Offender," the vaguely Pavement-ish single "Hate to Say I Told You So," and the barreling "Knock Knock" are tight as lockjaw and almost as lethal. Lovably defiant, the Hives are easy to get and hard to let go of. Lydia Vanderloo, Barnes & Noble