Album reviews: Backstreet Boys – DNA, and Blood Red Shoes – Get Tragic

The Nineties boyband's latest offering is standard fare topped with modern sprinkles, but Blood Red Shoes make a significant change in sound on their fifth record

Holly Williams,Roisin O'Connor
Thursday 24 January 2019 11:55 GMT
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The Backstreet Boys perform at 103.5 KTU's KTUphoria show in 2018
The Backstreet Boys perform at 103.5 KTU's KTUphoria show in 2018 (Getty)

Backstreet Boys, DNA

★★☆☆☆

Backstreet’s ba… oh, let’s not go there. In fact, the boyband are now in their 25th year, and have been releasing albums throughout that time with relative regularity. This is their first since 2013, mind, and surely a nudging reminder of their existence ahead of a world tour that will presumably trade heavily on nostalgia. It’s hard to imagine who really wants a new Backstreet Boys record, but it’s here anyway.

The production is tight, if overdone: twinkling synths, layered echoey effects, and fussy drumpad beats and ticks reflect the fact that we’re not in the Nineties anymore. As do the vocals: while there’s plenty of classic syrupy yearning, and some fun funk falsetto (as on “Passionate”), at other moments the boys are auto-tuned into bland 2019 familiarity.

The lyrics, meanwhile, range from the hilariously cheesy to the fully dire. “Who are you, the sex police? My sexing got no rules,” begins “New Love”, horrifically, over some chirping flutes.

There are occasional more interesting moments. Lead single “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” is a precision-tooled contemporary chart banger. The doo-doos, finger-clicks and velvety harmonising on “Breathe” add some welcome variation in texture. But mostly this standard boyband fare, reheated, and topped with modern pop sprinkles. It just feels so unnecessary.

Blood Red Shoes, Get Tragic

★★★☆☆

Five years is a long time to keep fans waiting between albums, but if you’re not speaking to your bandmate, there’s not much you can do about it. This is what happened with Brighton two-piece Blood Red Shoes, whose lead vocalist and guitarist Laura-Mary Carter quit (not for the first time) after their fourth album while Steven Ansell embarked on six months of clubbing in Brighton.

Their new record Get Tragic – released via their own Jazz Life records after a string of misfortunes with other label signings – marks the transition to a significantly heavier rock sound. It’s loaded with chugging bass riffs and fractured snatches of percussion, but also incorporates dark electronic elements, with producer Nick Launay (Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Lou Reed, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds) adding some nuance to their typical full-throttle approach.

Things get off to a strong start on opener “Eye to Eye”, with vocals from Carter that emulate the ice-cool queens of Eighties punk: Debbie Harry, Madonna, Kim Gordon. The introspective “Find My Own Remorse” features a great guest appearance from English singer-songwriter Clarence Clarity, while the scratchy synth intro “Bangsar” lulls the listener into a false sense of security before Ansell’s angry, buzzing chorus.

There is some sense that Blood Red Shoes are trying too hard to cultivate their own myth, with all these tales of rock and roll hedonism. For the most part, though, the music on Get Tragic is good enough to speak for itself.

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