Acquired from the hallowed corridors of the Grindin network,* Reims’ The Shoes have given London’s I-guess-they’re-a-buzz-band-aren’t-they? Golden Silvers the remix treatment with their latest single, Arrows of Eros. It’s all tinny percussion, crunchy guitars and broken vocals, which is admittedly a little unremarkable, and yet it is fun, and The Shoes are nothing if not fun.

But I can’t help but think that they could’ve done so much more with this. It just feels like it needs a gentle nudge or two to tip it over the edge, but every time I go to do it, it’s all, “Back off, I know what I’m doing!” And then it’ll show me its gross, weird toes, being all, “See these? They’re keratinous spatulae, specifically evolved for the purpose of gripping onto precarious ledges such as this.” And then I’ll be like, “Dude, no one asked to see your feet!” as I stumble backwards away from the cliff face in sheer terror and disgust, watching it teeter impossibly in the breeze.

* Self-referencing for the h8ers.

Golden Silvers – Arrows of Eros (The Shoes Remix)

- bec