Amazon.co.uk Review
As Blur's mighty, stripped-to-the-bone opus
13 proved, production as much as song writing can be the difference between light entertainment and music that touches nerves. And while Hazel Winter's debut is a deft collection of jarring melodies and poetic words, it's the home-made delivery that allows
Put Away The Sharp Knives to savage the senses. For once, lo-fi isn't a stylistic buzzword, but an inadequate hint to the title track's erratic drums and the lumbering, passion-over-ability, country guitar of "Breeder". That Winter's emotionally wrought laments and dysfunctional tunes are touched with the same heart-pounding delicacy as PJ Harvey is a credit to her tender and breathless vocals. That her mutilated tunes and desperate lines like "Dialing 999 I feel my face drain / the operator knows me by my first name" ("Dream Time") come with a shudder, has as much to do with sounding like they were recorded in a dimly lit basement on decrepit equipment in one unrehearsed outburst, as it does the whispered words themselves. --
Dan Gennoe