Rolling around in their antiquated sounds, Kitty, Daisy & Lewis have landed far more than they've missed, and they've always played with distinctive mirth, but their fourth time out feels flat as hell, almost as if they had nowhere else to go after Smoking In Heaven.
Pinpointing that lack in Superscope is as easy as finding a hole in the dark, all you can do is say that something's missing. Structurally the pieces are there, but they lock together with the dry joie de vivre of a Swedish construction manual.
Despite a few standout tracks, and the Durham girls outshining their brother, most of the songs feel dutiful rather than doting. Oh, Lewis still lets out the odd exceptional wail and there's a whole lovesick redemption through-line to enjoy if you care to construct the narrative, but Kitty, Daisy & Lewis really make you work for that emotional oomph, then they even spoil that by serving Broccoli Tempura as the last track. It sounds roughly as delicious as it sounds and works wonderfully as something for venues to play while rousting patrons after last call.
Superscope lacks some intangible element, but still serves a small plate of passable tracks. Unfortunately just having the right ingredients doesn't default to making meals taste great.
