Blood Red Shoes are an artrock duo from Brighton UK. Steven Ansell plays drums, Laura-Mary Carter plays guitar, and they both sing. Comparisons have been made with The White Stripes and the YYY’s, but the similarity is superficial, even if Laura-Mary certainly has got the Zinner buzztone down pat. Blood Red Shoes’ music exudes quintessential english droll rather than american drawl.
Born Virginia Katherine McMath in Independence, Missouri, July 16, 1911, and taking her stage name from a mispronunciation of Virginia and her stepfather’s surname, some say Ginger Rogers was born to dance. One of the brightest stars during the early days of cinema, many of those who knew her as a little girl said she could dance before she could walk. Indeed, there’s an account ingrained in Hollywood folklore that tells of an occasion when she rehearsed a dance routine so hard, so passionately and so vigorously, that when her choreographer returned to visit her after a short break, they presumed she’d changed her white dancing pumps to red ones. Truth is she danced so hard she’d inadvertently soaked them violent red with blood procured from cuts on her dancing feet. “Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did,” recalls an old, unattributed quote. “But she did it backwards and in high heels.”
Born Blood Red Shoes in Brighton, England, November 2004, and taking their name from the aforementioned yarn, likewise, some say Laura-Mary Carter (guitar / vocals) and Steven Ansell (drums / vocals) were destined to make music together the moment they first met. “I used to go see Steven’s then-band Cat On Form,” says Laura. “They were great; pretty popular on the punk scene, and I pretty much knew I wanted to be in a band with him the moment we first met. He stole my hat from me and held its return to ransom until I’d agree to meet him. It was blatant flirting really…” And so it came to be that, when Cat On Form wound down, Laura agreed to meet Steven to reclaim her stolen hat, and the duo found themselves in a draughty south coast rehearsal space, rattling through muddy, fuzzy rock’n’roll that defied the fledgling union between the two of them. “Blood Red Shoes do everything Mudhoney and their grunge ilk did,” says a quote attributed to NME. “But they do it with glamour, style and poise.”
Rather incredibly, support comes from These New Puritans. Which makes it twioce in two weeks that you could see two fuck off fantastic bands for the price of two pints of pager.