Hastening to lock Little May down to a genre, but this blend of alt-rock and electronic-folk arrests your attention track to track. Blame My Body is a great example of an album; a body of work with different textures and no unnecessary tracks.
Across the album, Hannah Field and Liz Drummond find a unity Little May weren’t able to conjure as a three-piece – there’s a substance to the lyricism that leaves enough room for personal interpretation and each track has its own flavour, with no two too similar.
“You are not our friend/you are just looking for someone to bail you out/don’t bring us down” – ‘Lover’ holds a message of self-empowerment in the face of destructive friendships. ‘Blue Highway’ holds you in sombre silence in its minimalist production: “Something seems right/I’m no longer alive in the night”, “Blue eyes stringing in from the sky/so happy, you held on” – The words cut through the music like a razor-sharp knife.
‘Be My Man, Be My Woman’ drags you through its evanescent minimalist production, building until you think it’s reached its peak, before slamming you with an anthemic series of harmonies.
Some of Blame My Body has you up dancing, other sections belong in a moody indie film. It’s an oscillating ride from start to end with little elements of personality that make it the Little May sound. A warm body of work to get you through the winter, Blame My Body is sure to ignite the band’s next wave of anticipation.
