PROMISCUOUS GENES | VINYL RECORD (LP)

Kilynn Lunsford, God bless the barbarians and the ignorami for rescuing us from an even more repulsive technological society.. If we hadn't had a "dark age," if Mao's fanatic followers hadn't put the intellectual class out to pasture and dashed their skulls in the dirt, if there hadn't been Magyars, Vikings, Christians, anti-science zealots of every stripe, iconoclasts, country music disc jocks, the Amish, and other regressive forces to set civilization and progress back every once in a while, can you imagine the festering quagmire we'd be in? Something even more digitally dismaying than the present perhaps. That's why the rock 'n' roll of Kilynn Lunsford is so vital; it's a pagan & primitive rhythm music that has served to stymie the development of neoliberal libertarian hegemonic forces & Silicon Valley's strange cyborg agenda alike (as well as inspiring more than a few indie rockers to attempt something more interesting). Invoking the ghosts of Michael Zilkha's sleek Ze Records disco-electro-bongo punk stable with some Pop Group, Man Parrish, Pink Section, New Age Steppers, On-U sound, Lene Lovich, & Algebra Suicide- with some Birthday Party/Bat-cave follies thrown in for good measure. Kilynn is a legendary performer whose many records defy categorization or easy assimilation in the mainstream indie market which has cozied up to the digital leviathan so snugly. Her music is dance dissonance; irresistible but difficult for the algorithm to understand. Kilynn Lunsford doesn't go in for the trite stories publicity teams use to wage their lowbrow PR campaigns. Hers is a hard road but ultimately the high one. With the new record, Kilynn has done it again; "My Amphibian Face" is cafe jazz for Lemmy Caution. "Promiscuous Genes" is nightclub music for the hotel on AURORA 9. Kilynn Lunsford's music is a stand out; tough, charming, fun, menacing, and impossible to classify. It really can't be pinned down, which is an obstacle Lunsford has faced innumerable times since the dull minded vocation of rock journalism demands that everything be made normative, neutered, and defanged.