wymond-miles

Some people say that they can hear music in terms of colour. Before today I would have said this was a load of old baloney, but after hearing ‘Cut Yourself Free’ I’m going to have to reconsider my viewpoint. Away from his band The Fresh & Onlys, Wymond Miles’ second solo effort of wobbly Bowie-esque cold-wave pop is so grey you can almost taste it, never mind hear it.

‘Cut Yourself Free’ is more miserable than a member of Interpol would be if they dropped their mint choc chip ice cream onto the floor. The greyness doesn’t stop there though. Just like the colour, the LP is stubbornly dull. Miles spends so much time forcing his painful sincerity down your earholes that the music feels like an afterthought. It’s clear that a lot of grey is definitely too much grey. Maybe try a few shades of blue next time, Wymond. Or a dash of green? Everybody loves green.

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