Let the pagans and other grave desecrators tremble: Vox Low emerges once again as a messenger from the depths, ready to shake the foundations and carrying on its shoulders the weight of ancient legends of obscure mysteries. In their highly anticipated second album, "Keep On Falling," the Parisians dare to don the ultimate sacred shroud of rock 'n' roll mythology: Vince Taylor's black leather ski suit. Like Moses raising his arms, like the call of fallen angels, they summon on this album the spirits of Jeffrey Lee Pierce from the Gun Club, the outlawed and feverish greasers of the fifties, as well as the acid rock heroes. What binds these renegades gang together is their fanatical devotion to Mark E. Smith and their passion for chaos. So, Vox Low releases their highly anticipated second album, "Keep On Falling," following their flawless debut record from 2018. But what were they up to during these five years? The band hasn't stopped being angry, composing, but above all, they have excelled at what they do best: live performances that taste like napalm. The Parisian quartet has toured France, Switzerland, Germany, Spain, and even Mexico. The band is also constantly amazed at playing in front of an increasingly younger audience: blue-haired youth taking over from the fortysomething cold wave enthusiasts dressed in trucker sweaters and worn-out Dr. Martens, still Vox Low are uniting and welcoming anyone, who's willing to take the trip. "Keep On Falling" was recorded in their secret batcave, located near the entrance of the Porte d'Aubervilliers on the dark border of the 18th arrondissement of Paris, evoking the apocalyptic universe of the film "Rue Barbare" (1984). One can notice a slight change in direction compared to their first album, perhaps with fewer club influences. In a macabre dance between shadow and light, each track on the album reveals an unexpected depth, inviting the listener to plunge into an enchanting trance. This work is more mature and fluid than their first opus, and Vox Low merges genres to create an enchanting blend of soaring krautrock, funereal post-punk, hazy dub, and minimalist rock 'n' roll. While the tone may seem to harden, these scoundrels also appear in a more pop and strangely brighter light. From the majestic intro of "Distance" to the very Cure-esque "Keep On Falling," Vox Low has decided to showcase the full range of their talents.