You sense in advance that Auralux are very sensitive about being saddled with the trip-hop moniker, so I'll be careful.
You sense in advance that Auralux are very sensitive about being saddled with the trip-hop moniker, so I’ll be careful. Oh, fuck it. Trip-hoppers Auralux essentially comprise Mike Gibson and Saoirse (pronounced Ser-sha) Keogh-Moore and this trip-hoppy offering will be enthusiastically lapped up by trip-hop lovers everywhere as it trips and hops through a trip-hoppy, trip-hop style backbeat. Actually, Gibson’s velvet crush of treated guitars and soft Moog are quite pleasant, but Saoirse Keogh-Moore lacks the sort of Mogadon somnambulance that would have better suited this song – she’s all bolt-upright, alert and jarringly ambitious á la Annie Lennox or even a young Julie Andrews.