Hot on the heels of the hype surrounding The Hives come The Venue, a Scandinavian quartet who sound like they just walked out of 1965. Rough, tinny production backs up songs that walk an aural tightrope between Herman’s Hermits and The Seeds. As an exercise in ’60s-style garage rock it’s all perfectly respectable, but the nagging question here is why bother with The Venue when you can hear the real thing?