Album artwork for Last Year's Savage by Shilpa Ray

Shilpa Ray is, through no fault of her own, one of our unsung great artists. Having made her bones with the gothic Sturm und Drang of Beat The Devil and moving forward to the blues erosion of "?and The Happy Hookers" Shilpa Ray has been, armed only with an incomparable voice and harmonium haunted by the ghosts of dead lovers, perpetually crying in the wind, hoisting both middle fingers in the general direction of god. It's not a life a wise man would choose. Last Year's Savage Shilpa Ray has taken the pain and dark funk of earlier sounds and made explicit the sublimity that was always there just below the surface. The obsessions with sex, death, bodily functions, and betrayal (not necessarily in that order) remain but Shilpa has expanded the palate to convey the resignation, the simmering discontent of an artist disenfranchised and held down. Shilpa Ray has been an "artist's artist." Just about every musician in New York City, who doesn't hate her, loves her. Nick Cave sings her praises to all with the ears to listen (he brought her along a European tour as an opener and as a backup singer in the States).

Shilpa Ray

Last Year's Savage

Northern Spy Records
Album artwork for Album artwork for Last Year's Savage by Shilpa Ray by Last Year's Savage - Shilpa Ray
Album artwork for Last Year's Savage by Shilpa Ray
LP

$19.99

Black
Released 05/19/2015Catalogue Number

LP-NS-064

Shilpa Ray

Last Year's Savage

Northern Spy Records
Album artwork for Album artwork for Last Year's Savage by Shilpa Ray by Last Year's Savage - Shilpa Ray
Album artwork for Last Year's Savage by Shilpa Ray
LP

$19.99

Black
Released 05/19/2015Catalogue Number

LP-NS-064

Shilpa Ray is, through no fault of her own, one of our unsung great artists. Having made her bones with the gothic Sturm und Drang of Beat The Devil and moving forward to the blues erosion of "?and The Happy Hookers" Shilpa Ray has been, armed only with an incomparable voice and harmonium haunted by the ghosts of dead lovers, perpetually crying in the wind, hoisting both middle fingers in the general direction of god. It's not a life a wise man would choose. Last Year's Savage Shilpa Ray has taken the pain and dark funk of earlier sounds and made explicit the sublimity that was always there just below the surface. The obsessions with sex, death, bodily functions, and betrayal (not necessarily in that order) remain but Shilpa has expanded the palate to convey the resignation, the simmering discontent of an artist disenfranchised and held down. Shilpa Ray has been an "artist's artist." Just about every musician in New York City, who doesn't hate her, loves her. Nick Cave sings her praises to all with the ears to listen (he brought her along a European tour as an opener and as a backup singer in the States).