There is something wonderfully bohemian about this latest sonic blast from Brooklyn based Nadia Kazmi. It’s in the sultry delivery, the referencing of the trappings of a beautifully sleazy lifestyle, its in the psychedelic tones of the video…everything about it references a 60’s underworld, simultaneously revelling in and rejecting its languid ways. This is the soundtrack to a time that may or may have not existed, from West Coast coffee shops to Ladbroke Grove squats, maybe it is all mythology but if it did happen this song certainly channels its stoned, drunken spirit.
It’s blues-rock for the modern age, backward glancing but forward thinking but without the sanitation filter that usually goes with the genre these days and that is as it should be. Both those genres equally created the components of the legendary rock’n’roll lifestyle and this song reminds us of less innocent, less corporate sponsored, less business-like times and in doing so gives us a slice of elegantly wasted rock with just the right side order of pop infectiousness.