â€œIf Iâ€™m not mistaken – and to be fair I often am on this sort of thing – maresâ€™ tails are those whispy clouds that appear on humid days just before things get a bit stormy. Whatever the potential shortcomings of my amatuer meteorology, itâ€™s a pretty apt description of the dozen songs on Leeds-based Gareth Cavillâ€™s second album.
â€œLo-fi and melancholically introspective it may be, yet thereâ€™s a Northern stoicism to the delivery that suggests this isnâ€™t idle self absorption but a harbinger of shit to hit all our emotional fans. Itâ€™s a neat trick that only a Frenchman or Yorkshireman can really pull off (sorry Morrisey – wrong side of the Pennines) – upbeat moribundity you can whistle along to.â€
â€”Oz Hardwick, R2 Rock’n’Reel, November/December 2010