There is something about Foot Foot I can't quite place. The Californian husband and wife duo is described in their press release as creating "music to dream to, evoking the sand-scabbed knees and street-tarred soles of Los Angeles childhood." And while Foot Foot certainly conjures up a literate and soulful record with their third release Trumpet, I don't think the dreamscape quite reveals where their music comes from. No, the wailing drawls and simplistic folk tunes that make up Trumpet seem a lot closer to a farm porch than the subconscious. Maybe I'm missing something, but Trumpet is riddled with clever referential material, never quite living up to the potential that the band so obviously seems intellectually capable of. Foot Foot shows a lot of promise, and even more heart, but despite their best efforts the pair give the vibe of a continuous Cat Power b-side.
