Shilpa's catchy melodies and expressive lyrics are so good that I don't know which song is truly my favorite. It's a great record that's heavy, atmospheric, and immersive.
Favorite track: Pipe Dreams Ponzi Schemes.
This is the best album that I have heard over the last year. Shilpa Ray is a great singer with a wide variation of moods and tones. The songs are catchy without being simple pop. The use of the harmonium adds an extra layer to Ray's amazing vocals. This is an album that is good from start to finish.
Favorite track: Pop Song For Euthanasia.
Nobody grows up wanting to be an artist’s artist. Appreciated by the sub sect of the sub sect is like being the beauty queen at the leper colony. Hell, anybody who claims they grew up wanting to even be an artist rather than an astronaut or a Cthulhu is probably lying or was a corny kid. Art is hard and degrading and generally bullshit. Your friends will find you irritating and your parents will certainly not throw you a parade. But if you’re an artist you’re an artist; the soul will fuck you every time, what can you do?
Shilpa Ray is, through no fault of her own, one of our unsung great artists. Having made her bones with the gothic Sturm und Drang of Beat The Devil and moving forward to the blues erosion of “…and The Happy Hookers” Shilpa Ray has been, armed only with an incomparable voice and harmonium haunted by the ghosts of dead lovers, perpetually crying in the wind, hoisting both middle fingers in the general direction of god. It’s not a life a wise man would choose. Shilpa Ray kicks against the pricks but the pricks keep coming. But, again, what can you do?
Well, that’s been the narrative until now. With Last Year’s Savage (maybe a nod to Leonard Cohen maybe a nod to Barrence Whitfield) Shilpa Ray has taken the pain and dark funk of earlier sounds and made explicit the sublimity that was always there just below the surface. The conversation has become less a break up with doors ripped from their hinges and more the last pained pillow talk before parting. The obsessions with sex, death, bodily functions, and betrayal (not necessarily in that order) remain but Shilpa has expanded the palate to convey the resignation, the simmering discontent of an artist disenfranchised and held down. This is a quieter rage than the music Shilpa Ray has made before, more plaintive and considered, even if it’s the quiet of a hand gripped tight on the axe handle. The music remains gorgeous and stirring in its directness while Shilpa herself remains, thankfully, entirely and inappropriately threatening.
Shilpa Ray has, up till this, point, yes, been an “artist’s artist.” Just about every musician in New York City, who doesn’t hate her, loves her. Nick Cave sings her praises to all with the ears to listen (he brought her along a European tour as an opener and as a backup singer in the States). Obviously there are some who will always prefer lesser versions of the Shilpa Rays of the world (as if there could be more than one), preferably with blue eyes and On Brand Waifishness, but the truth will, eventually out. Talent this big can only be kept down for so long before the sky cracks and we all drown in the blood of angels. Either way, this is Shilpa Ray’s year.
Pre-order customers receive a Shilpa authored, limited edition satirical zine printed on a double-sided 33” x 22.75” broadsheet.
supported by 8 fans who also own “Last Year's Savage”
Very challenging to pick a favourite song - they are all so potent. Poetic and poignant lyrics, that stand out and are sung with finesse, all to go along with lush acoustic instrumentals. Jeremy Backlin
supported by 7 fans who also own “Last Year's Savage”
I emotionally relate so much to this album. I wish I were a cute girl with a voice just like her, in all honesty. Truthful, melancholic and intimate, this album will definitely hit anyone in the deepest part of their being. Thank god I found this via a misclick. Alex Jesus