Limbo as the space between heaven and hell where unblessed babies float, sighing; limbo as the supple-spined Calypsonian dance craze: here exists The Immoralist. Elisa Ambrogio, Magik Markers power front, lyric intelligence, guitar g'rilla, and awkward weirdo, is back (and forth, too) to deposit her first full length solo outing on yer doorstep! The Immoralist lies at the wicked crossroads of Wilson Pickett's electric wail and the sweetest of Wilson Phillips harmonies. A pox on the venal mind too workaday and SEO oriented to pick up the x/y axis what she's putting down!
Exhibiting a new refinement on The Immoralist, Elisa's earliest childhood musical loves- The Poni-Tails, Tiffany, and The Dixie Cups- rise through the haze-n-raze of electric guitar and drums with a pop repercussion previously unexplored by Magik Markers. Glossy melodies, drums that throb with the rhythmic stamp of a celibate sect, and layers of vocals joined in harmony over stark sound-beds engage a whole new quadrant of Starship Ambrogio. Meanwhile, the endocrine hiss of Love's Baby Soft and heart-caught-in-throat emulsion sweats from the tracks, taking Cale's conceit of fear as man's best friend and playing fetch with it.
What if Peter Laughner was a woman, and stayed alive? Geez, I don't know! This mix of humility and hubris, the sadness and direction all at once weave through the album. Here shines the dichotomy of a work that has a sadness, while it's very existence is proof of a joy. The vestigial melancholic glow of this album could not exist without a boundless optimism, so like, what the fuck? Elisa Ambrogio has a solo record (released October 2014), and it's called The Immoralist is what the fuck.