Reviews / Album

There’s plenty of space on Ask The Dust, which goes toward creating a kind of wild, spaghetti western vibe that’s tangible, yet still hard to define.

The album is as clever as it is musically ranging.

"Guaranteed to win Gossip plenty of new fans."

On the whole, there aren’t many surprises here, but this is a great collection of simple, honest, urgent, soulful tunes by a chap who’s doing this for the best of reasons.

Not at all swayed by contemporary trends, aesthetically against any notion of genre definition, and ready to experiment with any process that catches their fancy.

This is an offering that moves away from guitar-led rock and into a world driven by synths and littered with grand, sweeping moments.

Apocalyptic Love leaves the pop behind and propels head first into leather clad rock’n’roll.

The record, while occasionally suffering from repetitiveness, is nevertheless flawlessly produced and successfully couples smooth instrumental lines with refined vocals.

Even sadder, the heights Obie reaches early on this track are never reached again.

In both subsistence and analysis, the power and relevance of Trice’s most recent material is waning and lacking in significance to the present day.

Maidenhair is a gentle soup of ingredients, at times pitched like a seasick swell, at others taking on a lazy R&B groove before delving into a noisy electro rock.