Door Girl

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Shilpa Ray Stars as Door Girl beckons from the cover of Door Girl in pink neon – reminiscent of nothing less than the pink lipstick that spells out New York Dolls on the cover of their similarly explosive record. Her song titles are gems that glitter with scorn – Shilpa Ray’s Got a Heart Full of Dirt, You’re Fucking No One, and Morning Terrors Nights of Dread, to name a few – and underscore how extortionately rare good song titles truly are. Her voice – singular in modern popular music because of its radiant imperfection – takes neither prisoners nor guff as it offers up continuous caustic commentary on the human condition. Hers are observations gleaned from endless nights watching people in their natural habitat. These are not pretty pictures, shot through as they are with violence in the obvious and menace in the failures. Alternately dreamlike and lifelike, Door Girl carves out its portraits of nightlife with reverberation and feedback, unveiling an expansive level of production quality through which even the perfectly-recorded snare drum is as present and as crisp as the bad breath of the drunk falling asleep at your elbow. Each instrument is so clearly defined in the presentation as to become one of those selfsame dive bar habitués on which Shilpa Ray shines a stark Klieg light of absolute truth. It is the story of a city as it lives and breathes at its most basic levels, as told by an artist who is equal parts musician and magician and for whom each song is a different life she has lived and breathed and experienced like few others have.

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