Ill Advised has taken The Whos rock and roll standard Baba O’Rilley and pushed it into a post apocalyptic sonic dimension.

The energy has been heightened to the extreme and with it the alienation has been amplified and the track takes on a much more unearthly feel. Hurtling toward Planet of the Apes, as if we’re Colonel George Taylor, but instead of apes, mutants who stay teenagers forever run the world.  A far more violent, dirty and sleazy Logans Run. 

Daltreys scream breaks through the sci-fi back beat to bring the disco fringing to an end and a primal drum beat cuts through.  The synthesizers aren’t out for long as they jump back in to slow the pace down allowing the haunting ‘Teenage Wasteland’ lyrics take full effect, highlighting the dystopian world.

The melancholy doesn’t hang around for long. The track picks up pace fusing electro beats and rock and roll energy, propelling the track into yet another stratosphere. 

As the fuel runs out and we head toward a crash landing Pete Townsend cuts in to chastise fans for being rather too rumbustious at a Who concert.

Baba reflects the ills of modern society through a highly sharpened lens. The pack mentality of youths, the isolation that runs throughout society, addictions and the fear of the middle-aged; having nothing left to offer society, being out of time and out of step as a pack of hungry youths snap at heels.  The natural way to deal with this is exemplified by Townsends rant.

Baba is a sci-fi movie wrapped up in a sonic masterpiece

Baba

A mixed up War Of The Worlds sonically sown together by Ill Advised. Orson Wells infamous radio play tangled up with Jeff Waynes musical interpretation and spliced in are some the late 1980s TV show. 26 mins of fantastical sci-fi sounds, an aural odyssey

A New World

The Blue Flamingo, lounged up cocktails, spiked and ready to kick as the downtrodden don their glam rags for a night of fake and finery.

The Hollywood boulevard calls as the taxi shuttles through the L.A heat to the latest hotspot.

Inside Lolleatta Hollaway entertains with her sweet, sweet, sweet voice but the seedy undertones unveil more than a secret or two. A P.I. intently watches the room searching for the mark, or marks or anyone who might be involved in a case.  He’s on a daily, plus expenses.  This is on expenses so another Old Fashioned sunk.  Aspiring starlets wanting to be seen, searching for headlines so attention-seeking moves are executed. The mob upfront and centre, they either own the joint or soon will. The no-bodies wanting to be some-bodies try to fit in, yet they nervously pull on their collars.

The Blue Flamingo full of smart mouths and addled minds. It’s all saccharine sweet with a bitter after taste. The hottest hot-spot with a chiller clientele

Blue Flamingo

Available Monday 25th November Kinkyblues’ THIRD release is a bewitching sultry sound, by the ever promiscuous Ill Advised

Voodoo Lust enchants as the siren sings and the room slowly starts to melt with passion, the heat raises the desire drips. 

The track is filled with an Angelic devil who hypnotises us into a mounting lust. Taking us to the edge with sugary lips and a voluptuous voice as she casting the spell to get the one she wants.  That is, of course dear listener, you.

The slow rhythm helps with the mesmerising trap.  There is no escape, fever pitch will be reached.  There is no point in fighting, you will succumb, so cum to this Voodoo Lust!

Voodoo Lust

Kinkyblues’ fourth release is a super sleazy disco-noir affair that invokes nothing but pleasure.

Bang-Tail Pony a future retro sci-fi odyssey that takes disco back to simpler times, mixing bootleggers speakeasy joie de vie with a splash of paranoid cold war sci-fi, adding that slight edge to the down and dirty fun.

Hedonism runs a riot, gin sipped and spilled, mickys slipped, narcotics snorted, smoked, injected, adult liaisons, open, secret, open secrets, groves ridden, groves riding, legs akimbo, orgasms a go-go. 

The track is the naughtiest flapper meeting the dirty disco stud, intoxicating each other and those that surround. There’s only one outcome, The Bang-Tail Pony, which won’t wait till they get home.

Available 31st March



Bang-Tail Pony

Ill Advised Dr. Kinkys Creole Smeole mix

Jerri Adams sorrowful cry of an aging courtesan has been brought to its sleazy conclusion with Ill Adviseds’ remix.
The aching pain remains in the vocal vibrato, but that cry is even more heartfelt, as the voice has been given space, making the track even more harrowing; with her loneliness gushing through, as the notes depict her trade, the next customer, the wasted life and half forgotten dreams.
The sweet scent of opium is evoked and brings some down trodden optimism to the piece. A slow but beautiful arpeggiated bass line keeps things from seemingly getting too low, but not enough to make us forget the darkness swirling around this track. And the repeated lines make us blissfully aware of the needle in the arm.  
This is aural noir at its finest echoing the forgotten sleaze of yesterday that somehow has a place in a world where tricks are still traded for a fix and middleclass hook ups come through Tinde


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