Friday 20 October 2017

Album: Good Shoes *

No Hope No Future (Brille)

John Meagher

John Meagher

It might seem glib to congratulate the London fourpiece on their choice of title for this, their second album, but the lads could hardly have picked four better words with which to arm their critics. On the evidence of these songs, Good Shoes haven't a prayer. Their guitar-led songs fit very neatly into a box marked 'landfill indie'.



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You can spot a mile away the bands they want to emulate. Several songs find them straining in Arctic Monkeys direction, but they're nowhere as riveting. Elsewhere, their flirtations with electro-rock make them sound like a second-rate Franz Ferdinand. It gets worse -- a surfeit of jerky rhythms and staccato vocal delivery comes across as a poor man's Maximo Park while, in a bid for art rock pretentions, they're more These New Puritans than Gang Of Four.

It's not just that we've heard all this before, it's the palpable lack of verve to proceedings that really grates. The third track, Track Three, is especially offensive in this regard -- with frontman Rhys Jones delivering a tedious, repetitive rant over a soundscape so unremarkable it beggars belief.

With the exception of lead single Under Control, there's practically nothing here to raise the pulse.

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