FREAK ASYLUM ALBUM TEASER MIX by freakasylum
Two well-established pros in the music business, Andy Lee and Kelly Llorenna, reinvent themselves as dance music’s new biggest threat Freak Asylum on their debut album Let The Madness Begin. The songs have a thrilling immediacy and their sense of all or nothing pays off in spades. Built on a sonic landscape of slick guitars and high-speed dance adrenaline, the music is slick, bulletproof and in hot pursuit of the charts.
Two well-established pros in the music business, Andy Lee and Kelly Llorenna, reinvent themselves as dance music’s new biggest threat Freak Asylum on their debut album Let The Madness Begin. The songs have a thrilling immediacy and their sense of all or nothing pays off in spades. Built on a sonic landscape of slick guitars and high-speed dance adrenaline, the music is slick, bulletproof and in hot pursuit of the charts.
With its knock-out chorus that’s as subtle as a tsunami, You
Better Leave’s eager verses concentrate on a hostile romance: “and I’m scared, scared of what you’ll do to
me” sounds more like a threat from Kelly and not the other way around. Because it’s so stylish and well-pasted
together, the sounds are rich and tightly constructed into unabashed hyper-pop
with electronic underpinnings.
Scandalously charged opener Something To Say spits a furious F-you to the haters and recalls
Garbage with its huge dirty guitar riff that practically licks you on the face,
and it’s inescapable chorus. Kelly’s earthy vocals compete confidently with
such a beast of a track. The rabid force doesn’t relent; an array of
illuminating rock and electronica sounds all fuses together to create the album’s
highest voltage.
The distinct sense of accessible pop song-craft of the
gutter-glam Wasted is tinged with melancholia and a wistful yearning, the
chorus is swirling and (yet again) anthemic to the nth degree. The perfect
soundtrack to waking up in a police cell with bits of kebab and condom packets
stuck in your hair. We’ve all been
there, no? Kelly's sensitive vocal control really showcases a more vulnerable side to her timbre, not to mention the gleaming production gloss. A serious single contender. I'm having palpitations for this one.
Future single Throwaway Girl is anything but
disposable. Sultry and surly, think Rachel’s I Said Never Again, but with an 18
sticker.
Filth-fest Fetish oozes glamour from every
pore: thrashing guitars, and Kelly’s cackling purr is fired up. The bursts of
off-kilter momentum play to Kelly’s pugnacious strength, it’s the album’s
loudest carnage. Snarling “yeah”
sarcastically to the point of sounding violent.
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| Above: Kelly lezzing it up with a tranny, making lesbians wetter than Niagara Falls nationwide. |
Draping the songs with guitars, the dance-injected pop-rock formula
creates a brutal and bruising dancefloor experience, with many moments to admire.
The songs are filled with hooks like it’s an addiction. Whatever they’re
taking, Freak Asylum are well over the limit and will leave your ears ringing
for more. The album’s consistency easily outmatches even the highest watermarks
of either Kelly’s or Andy’s previous work.
Aggressively pitched towards the club, their throbbing arousal for
high-impact melodies are defined by an unwavering commitment to every song. The
robust production fizz kicks into gear at every turn and Kelly’s ‘Lola Leethal’
persona loses none of her trademark steel-reinforced vox, completely in her
element amongst the 'madness' of thumping rhythms and the glam-soaked euphoria. Do I sound like I love this or what?
Rating:
9/10
