Tracks
Voxtrot: "Raised By Wolves"
(2005)
By Aaron Newell | 10 January 2008
Other possible names for Voxtrot:
Arcade Parade
These guys filter '80s Moz through '00s Belle and Sebastien and chuck in the most wonderfully precious, chimey Walkmen guitars as if lifted from a “What’s In It For Me” limited 7” on 45 rpm. If the Smiths were the sound of spoiled-rotten fingerpoint UK librarypunk (a category), so are these guys, except New York via Austin where they drink the same water as Britt Daniel. Polished sound, polished attitude, swagger-in-bloom with smarty-pants use of pacing, subtle synthwork, and forever-swinging guitar chords. Jukebox candy.
Saying Yeah to Your Hands Gave Me the Clap
But so bitter, and better for it. “Raised By Wolves” documents a perpetual break-up, complete with the bouncy downward spiral of post-split booty-weening: “First you fade into the background / Wouldn’t even call me / Had the nerve to leave me / Go ahead and love me / I’m a hungry man / Ever since you went away.” Vocalist Ramesh Srivastava sinks poison-tipped needles of guilt into his ex (“I will never love like you / But you will probably hate like me” / “I will never live like you / But you will probably die like me”) and has a great time navigating a complicated “screw off”/ “screw on” relationship. We, the golden-hearted fans, are on his side because we’ve done that shit he’s talking about to someone and still feel kinda bad about it: “If you love me / well / then leave me / ‘cause I wanna settle down.” Jerry Springer for humans.
Think About Vox
Sometimes Ramesh’s endearing emoting sacrifices the fullness of his vocals, and you wish he would’ve held that note a little longer, or not had to struggle that little bit to stay in the song. But, then again, Bono’s had an ok career.
Fire Wolf
I think that they are mutant superheroes.
Arcade Parade
These guys filter '80s Moz through '00s Belle and Sebastien and chuck in the most wonderfully precious, chimey Walkmen guitars as if lifted from a “What’s In It For Me” limited 7” on 45 rpm. If the Smiths were the sound of spoiled-rotten fingerpoint UK librarypunk (a category), so are these guys, except New York via Austin where they drink the same water as Britt Daniel. Polished sound, polished attitude, swagger-in-bloom with smarty-pants use of pacing, subtle synthwork, and forever-swinging guitar chords. Jukebox candy.
Saying Yeah to Your Hands Gave Me the Clap
But so bitter, and better for it. “Raised By Wolves” documents a perpetual break-up, complete with the bouncy downward spiral of post-split booty-weening: “First you fade into the background / Wouldn’t even call me / Had the nerve to leave me / Go ahead and love me / I’m a hungry man / Ever since you went away.” Vocalist Ramesh Srivastava sinks poison-tipped needles of guilt into his ex (“I will never love like you / But you will probably hate like me” / “I will never live like you / But you will probably die like me”) and has a great time navigating a complicated “screw off”/ “screw on” relationship. We, the golden-hearted fans, are on his side because we’ve done that shit he’s talking about to someone and still feel kinda bad about it: “If you love me / well / then leave me / ‘cause I wanna settle down.” Jerry Springer for humans.
Think About Vox
Sometimes Ramesh’s endearing emoting sacrifices the fullness of his vocals, and you wish he would’ve held that note a little longer, or not had to struggle that little bit to stay in the song. But, then again, Bono’s had an ok career.
Fire Wolf
I think that they are mutant superheroes.