Album reviews: Good Shoes - No Hope, No Future...
Following a hyped debut, London quartet Good Shoes offer little to get flustered over with this sometimes dire, but mostly mediocre second album. Three years ago the south Londoners became the unlikely voice of suburban boredom and modern,...
Good Shoes
This is the Mordern World! Having put Paul Merton’s birthplace on the map, Good Shoes deliver another perfectly crafted indie vignette about suburban aspirations gone sour. “She used to go to Raynes Park High School/Now she lives in Hollywood,...
Good Shoes
In Morden, there are many mundane things you can see: KFCs, Poundsavers, Good Shoes busking. And yet, only two of those attractions offer value for money. After ‘Never Meant To Hurt You’ gave this band a point, the Shoes limp back into view...
Good Shoes: Cockpit, Leeds; Friday, March 23
“You bastard,” mumbles Good Shoes’ singer Rhys after taking a pint pot to the head during opener ‘Nazanin’, “that hurt.” Moments later, a stagediving fan whacks his mic stand into his face. Suddenly, Rhys looks more intimidated than...
Good Shoes
Just as punk co-opted the nihilistic outbursts of the ’70s and Morrissey’s worldview was informed by the alternative fanzine culture that rejected Thatcher’s Britain, angular south Londoners Good Shoes’ debut finds them digging into the...
Good Shoes
Following last year’s almighty ‘We Are Not The Same’ comes another blitzkrieg of nail-shredding guitars from the wrong end of the Tube line from Rhys Jones and co. Like Liars, Pavement and Buzzcocks squabbling over a battered copy of...
Good Shoes: Club NME. KOKO, London; Friday...
The first thing that strikes you about Good Shoes is, well, that they have terrible – and we mean awful – footwear: dodgy, clumpy orthopaedic numbers that would’ve got you beaten up in the playground by the kids with the flashing LA Gear and...
Good Shoes: Photos On My Wall
Morden is a dour, vaguely-menacing Northern Line-terminus suburb that casts a kind of bristly inertia over all who reside there – including, evidently, Good Shoes. ‘Photos On My Wall’ is an insouciant shrug of a record, immaculately strummed...
Good Shoes: All In My Head
You worry in this purple patch that all the good new bands are going to dry up. No fear with these London teens – this is ace: like all the best bits of the indie nation put through a blender and then remoulded into a better song than most of...
