"ARGH! I hate Haim!” was a phrase that came out of my mouth more times than “milk with one sugar” this year. Since their announcement as the winners of the BBC Sound Of 2013, I had a knee-jerk reaction to loathe the Cali trio. It was the slap-bass lines, the Lemmy-chewing-a-gram-of speed facial expressions, the derivative 80s radio-friendly gleam, the comparison to one of my favourite bands (Fleetwood Mac) that made me recoil and break out in an unbearable sonic rash. At the mere mention of their name I would offload my distaste for the band that seemed to have every critic, mother and child fighting their corner. I spent half of Drowned In Sound’s editor’s birthday bash giving another writer - who’d unknowingly professed his love for them - the verbal slap-down as he tried in vain to persuade me to give them a second chance: “Go on, just see them live - they’re different”. “You make them sound like a belching alcoholic ex who says the strongest thing he drinks nowadays is Shandy Bass and that he chews Rennies like Wrigleys”, I screamed, without taking it personally at all. “They may say they’re different, but they’ll still stink the second time around”. So, when I was offered the chance to interview Haim I smiled with vengeful glee at the tantalizing thought of offloading 12 months of pent-up malice down one unsuspecting phone line. I set about what I assumed would be painful research. As I trawled through gushing interview after interview I stumbled upon their cover of Fleetwood Mac’s, ‘Oh Well’. I took a deep breath ready to have a fit of The Rage – only it was good, really good. I then took another deep breath and listened to the album, Days Are Gone, not skimming through it as I had before but really listening to it. And I liked it, like really liked it.