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| Pitchfork |
 In late 2006, Good Shoes cracked the UK singles charts with "All in My Head", a quintessentially British-indie slab of neurotic, spiky punk-pop. Further singles and chart appearances culminated in 2007's Think Before You Speak, a charmingly heartfelt album somewhere between a less insular Arctic Monkeys and a less caffeinated Futureheads-- romantic insecurities you could dance to in your trainers. When sharply accented singer/guitarist Rhys Jones sang, "Things were better when we were young," the future still sounded bright.Now-- No Hope, No Future. The world has changed a whole lot since the mid-2000s, musically and geopolitically, and Good Shoes are probably being at least half-serious about their sophomore album's title. The London four-piece are confronting the same boring bummer as so many others in this "new 'normal'" economy. Success isn't as successful it used to be, you start growing old before you stop growing up, papa don't preach. What results is an album that sounds like the 00s even as its themes are solidly turn-of-2010. A darker album, a slightly clumsier album, but an album with a strong unifying themes and a few songs worth stepping away from the bar for....full text |
| Bbc |
| Think Before You Speak, the 2007 debut from these spiky-of-guitars Londoners, was all about getting out of suburbia: tales of teen infatuation from the extremities of the Northern Line. This follow-up is about getting out of love. Singer Rhys Jones underwent a protracted break-up during the writing period and his heartbreak is writ large across this charmingly scratchy half-hour. “Times change, but I love you the same,” he warbles, like XTC’s Andy Partridge at his most emotionally fragile; “then she walks away.” No Hope, No Future? The boy got it bad. Has it dampened their effervescent art pop any? Sparingly, yes. Everything You Do plods with a mournful monotony usually reserved for Cure albums, but otherwise we’re in familiar jolt-pop territory here. The Way My Heart Beats quivers with the same itchy vitality that made their early singles such Cloverfields of indie dancefloors; Under Control is as much like The Rakes as you can get without quitting an economics degree due to the ravages of sclerosis....full text |
| Beatcrave |
| Brit punk outfit Good Shoes is in the business of expression. The Morden, London-based foursome’s sophomore album packs a sizable punch, serving well-thought lyrics within an expansive melodic environment. Entitled No Hope, No Future, it is built on a colorful emotional spectrum – one that is thankfully neither too sticky nor too hard-edged to enjoy. Its title actually seems to hint at a PSA, if not a shared human line of thought when approaching whatever respective life crisis, quarter- or mid-. Wherever one finds themselves, anyone leaning towards the indie rock scene will benefit by taking a listen. We dig the all-inclusive sensibility paired with a classic sound that will carry it further than their current UK tour will last. We find it interesting that the idea behind the formation of Good Shoes was a hobby between brothers and friends only about six years ago – interesting, but not unbelievable. However, nearly three years after the release of their debut, Think Before You Speak, and we’re convinced that it was never to be considered a one-off deal. No Hope, No Future points to the boys having grown a little older, each of its ten tracks soaked in willful or unavoidable experience....full text |
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