With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
Finally, the slumbering midget that is the Portsmouth music scene joins the party....
Sampling Beefheart, cult TV and obscure films and with singer David Jones' faltering falsetto almost passing for McAlmont, they fantasise about articulating the dreams of small-town misfits everywhere. Brian Jones, Ian Curtis, Morrissey: these are their heroes. They sound nothing like any of them.
Because, true to form for a late-'90s indie band, there's always been a dance element to their music. Albeit a resolutely lo-fi one, that's not so much dance music made in a bedsit, as for one. It can be fine - the hypnotic shuffle of 'Can Fever', the pharmaceutical banjo excess of 'Heppen Harla' - but it can also sound like Dreadzone, or result in rinky-dink post-Shamenisms.
Hopelessly naive it might be, but 'English Meltdown' is still the best album ever by a Portsmouth band. That's not saying much, but at least it's saying more than The Cranes.
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