Caught Redhanded by We Start Fires So: You're a kick-ass four-piece boy girl punk-pop-indie
outfit from the depths of darkest Darlington. You've played toilet venues
up and down the country, garnered the love and admiration of the independent
press and generally earned your credentials - but no fucker will sign
you. And here it is, inside a Barbie posed film noir cover in gorgeous black
and white announcing that this is "Caught Redhanded, a record by
We Start Gagging for it yet? Then allow We Start Fires to present eleven songs
with the rough and ready humanity that DIY recording brings, and with
the shine of just being really, really, really fucking amazing. Here,
dual girl vocals slip effortlessly from shout to harmony to shout again,
often sliding down one long descending note in freefall through the
fizzing keyboards and interstellar guitars. Here, spine tingling melodic
beauty co-exists quite happily with jerky rhythms and unexpected structural
twists and turns. WSF are equally at home with spiky pointed punk and
with bittersweet pop harmonies; just as comfortable spitting at the
injustice of being denied what they should have as they are singing
achingly beautiful mourning songs for the sense of loss that that denial
brings. This is exhilarating, We Start Fires have created something very special here. From the opening
kick-thrash-lash assault that is Bang Bang through the simply breathtaking
We Start Fires are touring to support Caught Redhanded, - dates and
Holl(i)y |