Artist: Good Shoes
Title: No Hope, No Future
Label: Brille
Genre: Indie
Bitrate: 195kbit av.
Time: 00:45:45
Size: 66.63 mb
Rip Date: 2010-02-27
Str Date: 2010-00-00
DISC 1:
01. The Way My Heart Beats 2:34
02. Everything You Do 3:28
03. I Know 3:22
04. Under Control 2:28
05. Do You Remember 3:00
06. Our Loving Mother In A Pink Diamond 2:54
07. Times Change 2:48
08. Miles An Hour 1:56
09. Then She Walks Away 3:54
10. City By The Sea 4:15
DISC 2:
01. Ambulance (TV On The Radio Cover) 4:57
02. The Way My Heart Beats (Acoustic) 2:58
03. Despair Came Knocking (Daniel Johnston Cover) 3:30
04. Under Control (Acoustic) 3:41
Release Notes:
Think Before You Speak, the 2007 debut from these spiky-of-guitars
Londoners, was all about getting out of suburbia: tales of teen
infatuation from the extremities of the Northern Line. This follow-up
is about getting out of love. Singer Rhys Jones underwent a protracted
break-up during the writing period and his heartbreak is writ large
across this charmingly scratchy half-hour. Times change, but I love
you the same, he warbles, like XTCs Andy Partridge at his most
emotionally fragile; then she walks away. No Hope, No Future? The boy
got it bad.
Has it dampened their effervescent art pop any? Sparingly, yes.
Everything You Do plods with a mournful monotony usually reserved for
Cure albums, but otherwise were in familiar jolt-pop territory here.
The Way My Heart Beats quivers with the same itchy vitality that made
their early singles such Cloverfields of indie dancefloors; Under
Control is as much like The Rakes as you can get without quitting an
economics degree due to the ravages of sclerosis.
Rhys was overstating the case when he touted this as a more intricate
and heavier album, but its when Good Shoes push their stylistic
envelope that Rhys also overcomes his lyrical despondency and gets
philosophical. Over the disjointed punk of I Know he rants around the
religion debate in a fit of Black Francis hysteria: To be raised with
religion is to be brainwashed from the very start / but an atheist
preaching atheism is just as bad as so heartily believing in God. Our
Loving Mother in a Pink Diamond plays a similarly wrong-footing trick:
childhood holiday snapshots over the kind of prog guitar solos not
heard this side of Genesis Foxtrot. Yet its authentically ramshackle
enough to come across as an ironic nod to theatrical 70s British rock
whimsy. The cheeky blighters.
After 30 minutes of ardent indie crackle, closer City by the Sea comes
as a soothing shock a lush urban ballad in the vein of Jamie T. A
polished version of this sort of thing took The Wombats to the business
end of the charts, but Good Shoes charm lies in their DIY aesthetic;
they record in garden sheds and mates studios and align themselves
with art-rock luminaries like The Maccabees, who themselves delivered a
much feted dark second album in 2009. Good Shoes have home-produced a
record worthy of similar plaudits; theres both hope and future here in
abundance.
Deluxe edition including bonus CD "Live At The Premises Studios".
Enjoy!
sire@hush.ai
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