Acknowledge that I have felt some degree of thrill to read a few months ago a few words in which Laura-Mary Carter claimed that his new venture in the form of LP would be "the most ambitious seen to date." Viewing the evolution discography existing garage rockers Blood Red Shoes did not fit at all clear whether the British duo were able to make an album that falls below the level of form shown in "Box Of Secrets". Thankfully my fears dissolve eventually start listening to an "In Time To Voices" who can play in higher divisions.
With a clean production and millimeter Laura and Steven have managed to create a personality that has definitely moved away from the labeling that stood as a mere group of "guitar-drums." There is a crushing feeling, brutal and shocking in the single 'Cold', 'Stop Kicking' or 'Je Me Perds' (fireworks go cut!) That is capable of creating, by itself, true sandstorms. Not to mention 'Lost Kids', a piece that begins in a very cryptic and get disproportionately grow up to sonic catharsis in a chorus that recalls the best and most neat, Feeder. Sonic Youth and Minor Threat are some bands that come to mind when listening to the disc but it is best that perception comes as a tiny reference, not as mere copies.
Blood Red Shoes DNA has exploded, this time with the creation of a galaxy of sound that places them in a different plane of the Milky Way today. That distinction, flexible and ambiguous meaning reaches with slow pieces like 'Night Light', where everything coheres, it seems feasible. "Houston, we have a problem." With Blood Red Shoes are all safe.
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