I’m trying to resist being yet another reviewer who can’t seem to evaluate a release by a female singer without exclusively mentioning other bands with female singers. It’s a tempting trap to fall into; you might even call it a Tiger Trap, an-OH GOD I’m doing it again. But that’s the thing: When I listen to a less-punky TT track like “You’re Sleeping” I hear a slight resemblance. Name-dropping Aislers Set is almost a reflex at this point, as is throwing out the ol’ Sandwitches/Vivians/Suspirians curveball when it seems like no one’s looking. BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M TRYING TO DO. I mean, that’s what I’m doing, but I’m not in any way attempting to. Anyhoo, Share often goes in the direction of a less-theatrical, more earnest Black Angels, or maybe Lorelle The Obsolete. Tunes like “Friday’s Child” hold a lot of weight behind their simple riffs, maybe a little unease/panic too. Apparently acceptance has never come easy for Cherie Cherie; they have to work harder than most of the rest of us. Yet they betray few of their cards. There’s nothing showy about Share, and when the icestorm of noise overtakes “Why Are We Hiding” there’s a feeling of relief, as if they’ve said their piece and now they’re fine with retreating to the shadows. Snappy sound on this one, accentuated by the 45 rpm spinny-dinny, and it’s also a very clean pressing. No hiss, snaps, or what sounds like your soul being scraped like bong resin between tracks. Happy days!(?)
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