There are certain pre-requisites to being a successful two-piece; from Blood Red Shoes to The Kills to Summer Camp, across the alternative spectrum there is an unwritten rule that tracks need to be driven by a female voice, with garage drums propping up a rough, heavy guitar hook. An Horse just about deliver all this, throwing a tambourine into the mix just for good measure. However, as an EP with the pick of the tracks from their debut US release Rearrange Beds, there is a certain naivety to the record, which can only be endearing to an extent- "It's ok to fall down, it's ok to crumble"- whilst Kate Cooper's careful vocals are juxtaposed sweetly with the thrash drums.

The title track is a melancholy aspiration to "the one that I love", but there's only so much you can say about a song which has been heard before through every other two piece. It is a good song in its own right, but it is disappointingly unoriginal, especially when followed by the far stronger 'Postcards' which plays to the band's strengths as a heavier act, aided rather than carried by Cooper. It is a very lazy yet all too easy comparison to mention Blood Red Shoes, but the similarities on this track are undeniable, even down to the vocal duality of the chorus. 'Horizons' implements the previously mentioned tambourine, over a generically simple guitar hook, but successfully works as Sky Larkin-esque. This is however the root of the problem, An Horse fail to create their own distinct sound and instead appear to pick and mix aspects of more established acts, rather than trusting in their own creativity. 'Little Lungs' pays perfect testament to this, with the clearly low production values suspiciously amateurish, rather than original and accessible. It starts very slowly over a (once again) simple hook and though it builds over the five minutes, it is, to put it very bluntly, boring.

An Horse are undoubtedly talented, but the strengths of Camp Out lie in the tracks where they stop saluting their predecessors and instead act as a band in their own right. Unfortunately, these moments are distinctly rare.

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