“Blue takes off like a shot,” said Francis Blow. “Anchored by a scorched rhythm guitar and a pummeling drum machine, Francis Blow sings with distorted passion about a death caused by autoerotic asphyxiation.”
We’d agree with that. In addition, the song’s vocals, dowses the embers, amplifying this visceral sizzle of the fire, contrasting and demeaning the essence of what it is to be ‘Blue’.
A yearning that is classic and modern alternative, the resounding interest and uniqueness of what Francis brings, is evident to even the most blind.
Looking forward to this charmingly art-deco of projects.