'I don't mean to scare anyone off, but I think I'm going to mention the words 'jazz' and 'folk' here. But wait - whatever notions those words put into your mind are probably wrong, at least in the context of Red Painted Red. I'm just trying to make the point that this ain't rock 'n' roll. Far from it, kids. Instead, this four track EP paints a different picture, sometimes pastoral, sometimes dramatic, always inventive. With keening strings and skittering drums, keyboards adding detail, and strange drones and sweeps scudding in and out, this music sounds like the kind of stuff you encounter - if you're lucky - on Radio Three in the early hours, when you're flipping around the dial and everything seems haunted. Yvonne Neve enunciates disquieting post-Lewis Carroll lyrical narratives with a glassy English otherworldliness, unruffled even as the sonic landscape, with all its odd inhabitants, crowds around her. The disembodied laughter and gasps, as if a threatening world is closing in, on 'My Friend' is downright unsettling, but her vocal remains the strangely serene heart of the song. 'Preach' is a piano-led psalm, the voices of sampled preachers - frightening in their unruffled certainty - weaving in and out of Yew's own vocal, which here abandons serenity to creep inexorably through neurosis, towards an agitated mania. It's almost a relief when the song winds down, although I'm left wondering if the madness got her in the end. Red Painted Red conjure deceptively dark ambiences out of sunlight and green fields: they evoke the puckish sprites in the corners of your vision, the monsters under your bed. Pastoral never seemed so perturbing'
'With Red Painted Red, they continuously please fans of arcane melodies with their second EP, Preach. An organ-like synthesized piano calmly starts "Let's Go," which is a song of seduction and questioning. It's haunting and beautiful and could soothe the delusional, lead a funeral march, or be background at a casual get-together. It embodies many tones and emotions, and it contains many moods that grace different occasions. Poetry graces the introduction of "My Friend" as respiratory gasps from lungs deprived of air and comfort are interspersed throughout the track to make it all the more chilling, inviting for ghostly energy. It's delectable in an eerie way. "A Book" sounds as if a set of musicians who died long ago on a stage and whose remains were left with their instruments were resurrected and continued to play where they left off, despite being covered by spider webs and dust. The track holds history, ancient tones, and paints a solemn beauty on an aural canvas. "Preach" is like a long farewell to a lost loved one at the burial site. It's passionate yet eloquent in its poetic delivery. Tears are shed towards the end of the track as it is accompanied by a gentle piano and other soothing instruments, as if the departed soul attempts to soften the pain of those in mourning. Red Painted Red dips a toe in the pools of the macabre, but only skids around the edges of its murky depths. The band has gothic tendencies but only falls so far into the genre. Their sound is eloquent and unique. The duo states that despite all of the musical comparisons they receive, they "refute it all;" not one musician sounds quite like them. Red Painted Red expresses extreme musical passion through this small, but lovely sample of their inventive and and dedicated sound.'