Not one scrap of disappointment
Miles Kane - Colour Of The Trap

When legends far and wide step out the shadows to lend a hand on an album, it’s surely a harbinger for quality. There’s co-writing from caustic street laureate Gruff Rhys, harmonies from Noel Gallagher and vocal duties on lend from the everdefining Alex Turner. It’s an absolute bestowal of Brit-rock intellect. All contorted to create a frame for the image of Miles Kane as a solo artist to finally be unveiled. An image with not one scrap of disappointment. Lead track ‘Come Closer’ is ballsy, anthemic infection, pulled off with an addictive and ignorant indie swagger. And ‘Inhaler’ is much of the same: brilliantly executed, explosive indie rock. But Miles never had anything to prove in that department.

From Little Flames, and The Rascals to The Last Shadow Puppets, the Wirral-born musician has repeatedly wielded a knack for the guitar-led boomers. It’s on ‘Rearrange’ we find the epitome of Kane’s new found versatility. The longing guitar melodies, the smooth command at which his vocals dictate the pace, all of which lead to an enchanting chorus. He even careers through psych-pop chill sounds to skipping ’60s ultra-pop like passing locations, employing the hushed tones of Clemence Poesy on ‘Happenstance’, resulting in a decidedly European semblance. What we needed to decipher from this album was whether Miles Kane was capable of anything audacious, anything unexpected, complex and constructed. ‘Colour Of The Trap’ displays this on numerous occasions, unrelenting in its boasts of adventurous and candid variation.


Words by Joe Zadeh

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