Cat Claws
Cat Laws

Ok, I’m back sings Lavinia over a scraping guitar, a roaring bass, and a feline-paced drum: the Cat Claws are back.

Following a debut album that was too underrated by the usual suspects, the quartet never stopped seeking their own path, and this Cat Laws reveals a lot more details. For those who've never listened to them, know that the Roman band undoubtedly plays indie rock, but it's nothing to do with the army of fringes and those who deny distortions: the cats like noise and they make us understand that. The challenge is to write songs that you can dance to, sing to, and make you nod your head up and down, in other words, it's like preparing a nimble manual for the consumption of (not only) the young.

The tracks vary greatly in sound and the group seems to be having a lot of fun: Sonic Youth is now a genetic attribute and never a model to be imitated slavishly, people like B-52's and Talking Heads bless tracks like Your Shoes and Goodbye Guitar, while 90 Minutes, with the help of Rodion, shows us what Cat Claws could be on the dancefloor.

Junk Food is a diet based on Pavement, the previously mentioned Sonics, and wise slow motion that only a sly cat can nail. In the second part of the album, psychedelia peeps in the form of Shooting Star, and the funky cheekiness in the guise of a Fool on the bus that references the Beatles in the lyrics, proving that cats prefer colorful marbles to monoliths. In summary, a really good album that confirms the good intuitions of the debut, adding quite a bit of juicy meat to the fire.

Now we want the difficult third album!