There is something slightly hazy and wonderfully hallucinogenic about the music Horseshoes creates on this latest album, something that inhabits the liminal spaces between genres, sounds, styles, and even worlds. And that is a perfect vibe to coat yourself in for an album that explores transformation, the shedding of old skins, and personal reinvention, especially when love is the catalyst for such change.
As “shooting stars” drifts into existence, we find ourselves in that melancholic place so beloved by the likes of Elliot Smith, but one touched with psychedelic guile and lysergic trippiness. But suite ossuary is far from an album that sticks to one signature sound, and tracks such as “seance” are almost dance-fueled, or at least are found pushing shimmering indie music subtly and supplely into such a realm.
“the same” skirts the fringes of pop, certainly in terms of accessibility and infectiousness, but it also introduces sophistication and sonic sleight of hand, eloquence, and deftness into a genre that is usually concerned with tried and tested templates and shallow creativity. And the title track is so dreamlike and delicate that it feels like Nick Drake never left us.
They always say that less is more, and so it is here: the more less that Horseshoes employs, the more more the songs become. (Which explains why two negatives make a positive, I guess.) Understatement, it would seem, speaks volumes!
Spotify
Website
Instagram
TikTok
