Reviews / Album

Biddle’s voice has a soothing quality to it and wraps itself around you like a warm blanket.

Like the gratifying Poetry Of The Deed, Tape Deck Heart works so well because it’s personal.

This is Rose’s second offering and it’s a little brasher than the first, even managing to swing ever so slightly into the alt.country landscape.

In all its fuzz, glazed, atmospheric glory, the album fails to leave any indelible mark. It’s all a little much of the same.

Its true strength lies in its ability to say something that has been said many times before – with words so simple and elegant – that listeners have no choice but to smile at the profundity.

It’s familiar Bob Evans, yet it’s all the better for being stranger.

It’s hard not to wonder if the band aren’t actually taking the piss and are in fact trying to conquer the world, one fat riff at a time. Brilliant.