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STARK
Genre:
Rock, Punk
Region:
New York
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Lani Ford (of Fox 5 traffic reporter and WPLJ DJ notoriety…and yes, that's the girl you met at the bar—maybe behind it or leaning on it) is one of those girls who guys want to take home after the gig, but they're afraid she'll write a song about them. She doesn't mind perpetuating that. She also loves to give the other girls in the room a platform to let their wild sides reign free. That alone makes STARK compelling to watch. What makes them a great f-ing band is that the songs are songs, the guitar rocks and the lyrics are more than interesting. Lani laughs, cries, hollers, wiggles, writhes, smokes, drinks, passes out sweets, all the while rocking her P-Bass and singing her ass off. Then, you've got Josette wailing on her Les Paul, with her wild hair flowing and blowing around like a wild-woman's. She supports Lani, antagonizes her, leads her deeper into her frenzy while playing kick-ass guitar leads that make your jaw drop. In the meantime, Sweet Rob Endemann is rocking out the drums with a big smile and a solid stare, like he just might barrel over the drum set and start dancing or beating on the heads of the sweaty, sexed-up, drunken, stoned audience. Well, yes, there was the topless incident at Piano's, the smoking fiasco at Grand Central Bar, and the shattered bottle as Pyramid, but all in all STARK's rowdiness is nothing compared to the in-your-face rock and roll the band pours out of it's soul at every show for every audience member every f-ing time! The sparse arrangements and honest lyrics will make you laugh, cry, dance, drink and get nasty. Influenced by blues, country, punk and metal, STARK can't be labeled as easily as most, but they play straight-up rock and roll, mostly described as Pretenders meets Patti Smith…or if the B-52's and The Stooges had babies.
"STARK featuring Lani Ford has style. Lani has a wonderful, deep sexy voice. This is a knockout CD. Rich and heartfelt that reflects her cool Texas heritage. You can hear a wonderful twang in the painful lyrics. "The Curse" brings it all home. A definite must in any sound station."-- New York Waste
STARK is a New York City rock trio with old school roots and original tunes! We make purgatory fun by sleazing up the NYC rock scene embracing our bad luck and traumatizing people everywhere we go! The party band…with feelings. STARK calls it Punk-try! Home Page
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The Curse
Genre: Rock, Punk
Release Date: 05/14/2004
13 Songs
$10.00
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$10.00 (Download CD)
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earBuzz Review:
Stark's CD "the Curse" begins with raw garage band tones that quickly make way for well-produced punk rock ala early Pretenders and Patti Smith. Front-woman, Lani Ford, writes and sings with conviction and disdain for her surroundings, whether crooning about relationships or shouting about the graphic sexual reality that splatters with angst and power in track 2's "Look at Me". She unabashedly self-incriminates without fear. In track 3, "Slut", Ford describes her line of exploits with honesty, "i don't eat pussy goddamnit, i just keeping thinking about all these guys". Stark rises far above any female fronted punk rock band we've heard because Ford and company push the paper-cutting envelope so far that your tongue bleeds with the pleasure of honest raw rock and roll. The result is exaltation in the effort. So refreshing. Track 7 is an anthem for a part of the country that hasn't really had a song to brag about. "White Trash Rock and Roll Diva" is tasty bit of tacky, 'i got no class, and you like my ass, but before you say what i think you're going to say, i don't need no boys, i just chew them up, and when i'm done you know i'll throw you away, cause i'm a white trash rock and roll diva'. In track 12, "Summer Girl", Lani starts with sweet vocal interpretation in a massive change to country/rock story-telling. The lyrics stay punk and it's our favorite on the record. She describes a girl she gave a ride to one summer day, 'baby in her stomach may not make it til next week and as i drop her off i noticed. .thanks for the ride man i really needed a lift today, i wish i could pay. .i'm homeless and i'm manless ain't got no shoes upon my feet. .and when i go to hell i hope it's somewhere further from the heat". The final and title track is a perfect musically disturbing ode to alcoholism, hate, and jealousy as Ford describes the shame of five generations, 'the curse, it's my inheritance you see. .it's got it's stranglehold on me'. Stark scores big with the entire offering, as they push real rock music, raw punk music, blatantly right music, in a space and time where the attitude is hard to find.
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