Sally Strobelight
Starships in Silhouette - Vinyl LP
© 2006 Sally Strobelight (634479365867)
VINYL IN STOCK. ORDER NOW. Will ship immediately.
[Spaced out- spaceman] Melt it, Cut it, watch it bleed. PPPPPPPPPlay it backwards.
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Weird Forest Records Presents...
S A L L Y S T R O B E L I G H T
S T A R S H I P S I N S I L H O U E T T E
Black lace and neon meet Heavy slow motion Barbiturate.
Full length phonograph Record. journey to mars.Mastered from Sally's private collection of calling card recordings '03.on Clear vinyl with a hole to see the sky through.Housed in a gorgeous translucent, full-color vellum sleeve! Awesome.Pressing LIMITED TO 200 COPIES!! Less than 10 left, Order today to receive your copy directly from Sally's private reserve, hand blessed by the unicorn fawn.
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stunner
author: artforspasticsvellum-enclosed translucent album is a stunner of droney psych anesthesia which sometimes straddles electro and freak-folk fences unlike any band or artist this side of Indian Jewelry.
Lo-fi guitars and softly spoken whispers.
author: KFJC 89.7 FMVocals sound like a sleepy Ida No of Glass Candy. Spaced out slow beat pole dances. Loungey space slug cocktail hours. Dark smoke filled red-light VIP rooms. Makes you feel like a dirty sex kitten.
Awesome.
author: Aquarius RecordsA druggy troll through a cough syrup drenched new wave underworld. Like waking up in some filthy sonic back alley, your head spinning, and you ears filled with fuzz. The memories of last night's little fragments, coming back to you in bits and pieces, some murky analog synths, some stumbling drum programming, lots of creepy low slung bass...but it's the druggy female voices that swirl around your head like some hangover halo, sultry and sexy but also distinctly alien, drenched in FX, cooing softly in your ear, a late night, narcoleptic narcotic lullaby. An Adult. 45 played at 16 rpm, Nico fronting some slow motion electroclash outift, a mysterious damaged doom version of Glass Candy, a seriously fucked up new wave Portishead? Sally Strobelight is all of those things. A delightfully damaged, druggy, slow motion new wave electro dirge missive from some doomed and drug ravaged otherworld.
I experience Starships in Silhouette as one witnesses stigmata on a saint.
author: Shannon Wong LernerWhile listening to Starships in Silhouette, I recognized Sally Strobelight’s ability to move her listeners like no other singer. As a musician creates her own language with melody, rhythm, and chords, Sally does this but adds her unique dialect of under-enunciated words, having the effect of pure FLOW, water that runs over the listener, drenching us in her cranks, creaks, humming, purring. Both alarming and lulling, her voice is a door creaking open into unexplored terrain, a much-needed portal within a world usually filled with meaningless chatter. Some songs are teeth-grinding, and listeners move as marbles running through a route, almost too narrow to get through so we spark when hitting the top and bottom. We are so pleased to be pushed through our otherwise normative existence into hers, a transformation called by the force of nature and the artist, her interpretation of “the Divine.” Sally Strobelight acts as Shaman for us all. I once heard of a ritual that she performed. As the sun was rising over the mountains, she sacrificed the first record to this creative force. She wanted to see if it had life in it, if it was ready to breathe on its own, so she cut it a little bit and was delighted when it bled onto the sidewalk. She immediately carried it inside to let it bleed onto her intimate belongings, her favorite coffee mug, her already red couch, her bed sheets, her washing cloth, her toothbrush, her lover’s pillow. I experience Starships in Silhouette as one witnesses stigmata on a saint. Miraculous, disturbing yet pristine, Sally Strobelight is not just a woman; she is a sound, a movement, and a force that I believe is the first to successfully open our ears to chaos, unrelentless possibility, never again to just settle with what stands, never to go back into hiding.
This music loves your lucid mind...
author: Bad Trip RecordsThis music loves your lucid mind- it will sneak in like an incubus when you least expect it and spot your subconscious with beautiful, dark watercolors. It resonates a watery mood and promotes a healthy pro-biotic regimend of assisting you in realizing that you need to forget everything you ever knew to be true and real. This album definitly lives up to the hype of being the perfect soundtrack to a night of self exploration on heavy doses of cold medicine.
Buy three copies and listen to them all at once
author: Nick Bianchi"The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, 'Is there a meaning to Sally Strobelight's music?' My answer would be, 'Yes.' And 'Can you state in so many words what the meaning is?' My answer to that would be, 'No.'"