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Tuesday, September 1, 2020

The Kerosene Hours' deliciously darkly driven open blister of "Hello Crazy"




















"baby, I can't decide if we'll survive this horror"

For me, The Kerosene Hours, the darkly divergent musical project of L.A based filmmaker, singer-songwriter, creative Aaron Silverstein, is a torn open blister, a paper cut, a sensitive subject at the dinner table, a drop of blood on your white dress shirt when you are about to go into an important meeting. It is unease in a hyper-realistic place, it is freaking out when everyone else is so cluelessly calm.

I love Silverstein's creations as The Kerosene Hours because he is not afraid to reach deep stirring the musical pot in an experimental post punk way with late 70's proto punk affections. His latest, Hello Crazy, is deliciously driven. The spooky synths and Silverstein's quivering wail feels at once like 90's Goth pop and a 70's Italian Horror movie. The machine beats, push hard but not more than the vocal aesthetic and words 

"I know that the fires don't burn like they use to
I need a minute but I only get a second to powder my nose
My God have you ever heard of knocking when I need the space
Sometimes wanna' cover you with kisses cuz I hate your face"

You're sitting at a table across from people you're supposed to like, maybe even love. Maybe you're related to them through a series of choices you made when you were younger, or maybe you work with them, who knows. All you know is if they keep talking you're gonna lose it—climb onto the table and scream, rip off your clothes, cry uncontrollably. Pretending to be normal is the hardest thing you've had to do and these crazy people do it without blinking. Wait, maybe you're the crazy one. Hello Crazy, nice to meet you. - Kerosene Hours

When Silverstein yelps in a Dwyer-esque way and Cure like Goth accouterments enter I creep as close to the emotional fray (as I dare) and want to head off into the night hiding from the emotional vampires in my midst. The chorus is unabashedly dramatic, a wild mix of lo-fi pushed destruction and a cold and beautiful anthem. Eating this stuff up. 

-Robb Donker Curtius






THE FACTS AS WE KNOW THEM - PRESS NOTES:

The Kerosene Hours are the hours between midnight and 4 a.m. A project by Aaron Silverstein primarily concerned with Los Angeles, dark and scary nights, bad dreams, cigarettes, mistakes, good intentions, fantasies, the road to Hell and apologies.


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