Move On is very much like the mumbling melodies that Lush were great at, albeit with a sort of Grace Slick coda, you might be twirling your cocktail stick in the remnants of your drink, but you’ve got some pretty tough plans cooking at the same time.
Move On is very much like the mumbling melodies that Lush were great at, albeit with a sort of Grace Slick coda, you might be twirling your cocktail stick in the remnants of your drink, but you’ve got some pretty tough plans cooking at the same time.
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How many people do Scotland’s Soft Power know making these sort of underground, underhand noises? Another release rammed full of the classic guitar pop stylings that have launched a thousand bedroom dreams… half of Hibernia must be at it, more corrosive than Druidism I’m sure. This is a more thrashy, scuzzy affair than I’m used to from Soft Power’s stable, moreover it’s from a French band, (lots of good ones about at the moment); and the guitars that bit more corrosive and driven: whipped on by some restless Gallic imp.
The opener Between My Teeth is a short, urgent track, full of determined “storm the barricade” sentiment and supercharged guitar runs that don’t really leave a lot to the imagination. As such it’s a lot of fun and a pretty brisk, no-nonsense way to kick all of this off. Hot on its heels, Boxes is a mesh of phaser and deadpan lyrical flourishes. It’s all very vacant and cool in that infuriating way young people are able to conjure up at the drop of a hat. Move On is very much like the mumbling melodies that Lush were great at, albeit with a sort of Grace Slick coda, you might be twirling your cocktail stick in the remnants of your drink, but you’ve got some pretty tough plans cooking at the same time. The tail out is great here too, a beautiful swirl of guitars and reedy, ethereal high notes, Wolf City style.
Some people might get unduly excited by me saying that; well I sincerely hope so… But you know, what I enjoy the most about this entire release is the unashamed way the guitars blast out their sub glam, sub descends on Decolorize, a noise that is a little bit like the Vaselines covering Slade’s Weer All Crayzee Now. It’s ace, truly. The Way is a simple straight forward amalgam of “whoo-hoos”, boy-girl vocals and feedback… we like.
As with all things pop these days, it comes as a limited edition cassette – they’ll be handing out apples photocopying zines and telling girls to wear hairclips next.