Album: Blood Red Shoes, Box of Secrets (V2)

Sunday 13 April 2008 00:00 BST

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It would be a lie to say that The White Stripes and The Raveonettes don't come to mind when listening to Blood Red Shoes. But instead of vintage blues or Fifties rock'n'roll, this Brighton band's primary sources come from Seventies rock and punk.

'Box of Secrets' has an assured swagger, scorching solos, handclaps and "hey, hey!" shoutalongs which are at odds with the subject matter (generally the kind of tension-wracked, paranoid relationships that are crying out for professional counselling). Over the course of the album the shtick gets samey, but a short walk in these Shoes is exhilarating.

Pick of the Album: The super-confident starter: 'Doesn't Matter Much'

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