Shilpa Ray plays the squeeze box, but her happy hookers are versatile. I bought this record back in 2011, on the basis of this song. The rest is spotty, the way music can be when the sounds and the ideas aren’t integrated. But I was reminded of Shilpa by Silke, for obvious reasons (guitars and sex and big voices aggressively fronted), and maybe because Silke walked through a world of legends, who created a sound and a style and it has endured.
It’s hard not to see the expression of those sounds and styles today as derivative and nostalgic, even if the players weren’t there then. Unless the players are so strong they can send you back in time. This song almost gets there.