Characteristically unbalanced, desperate and urgent, Red Your Blues marks Picastro"s debut release. The result is as much a document of changes as it is a concept; years of bad dreams, failures and imaginary races culminating in "Dakar Relay" ("Where we meet our reds/and there are only ends") offering the possibility that there are always hopes, if only in hindsight. Constantly evading notions of authority in the sense of a "songwriter", Picastro rests between the conscious and unconscious desires. People are nameless and forgotten while the songs do the remembering. The nostalgia of memory serves as the template for the record. Beauty is at once found and lost, what was missing is now being missed. Hindsight becomes the enemy as in "No Name" ("Again is always/again is never now/again will fight me/and never tell me"). "Night of Long Knives" comes somewhere in the middle of the record"s time and acknowledges the feeling of lack so that memory returns back onto itself by way of circular cellos and disjointed (via repetitive) guitar and violin patterns. Time falls out of itself and becomes irrelevant and the songs that come after "Night" carry much less resolve than the earlier songs.