A gig held at The Lanes on Monday 16th May. The event starts at 19:30.
18+ event.
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A working class heroine. Chic and chic gold powder more beautiful than the real one. Paprika Kinski infuses this scintillating acid, everywhere: in her music obviously, but also in the accessories that she uses, in the cuts and the costumes that she signs for herself and her two musical acolytes Jean and Aurélien, from the group.
Okay Monday, with whom she has long been sibling and who co-sign the arrangements for her songs. Songs over which rock and pop influences hover, those of Bowie or Roxy Music, Depeche Mode or even Duran Duran, an energy which in its raw state comes out of the garage and which between his fingers and his electric bass is adorned with this synthetic chic of its own. A chic that does not come from the sky but from the next door life of the northern districts, that of a dreamy girl but not fooled, aware of the pressures weighing on the feminine, and who wants to use the means at hand to pretend to believe that this time will not have its skin.
In her ordinary, deceptively naive fictions, she stages and sounds teenager passions and adult anxieties, life stories in which Martin Parr's rednecks live like Lady Di pop in front of chip stalls. It's just not to be fooled by appearances - and under the glam of the sequins, there is nothing bitchy or quiet about a pounding heart.
If Paprika Kinski's verse-chorus structures and catchy melodies creep in so easily, the cocktail has its bitter undertones. And like a Roisin Murphy whom she elected as heroine alongside Isabelle Adjani from the clip Le Bonheur c'est Malheureux (a program in itself), Paprika flees clichés to stick to reality . Even if it means spitting diamonds in his face.
"Paprika Kinski is a sparkling pop gem that won't hesitate to destroy your rival for 50 quids. So be careful."
Entry requirements:
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A working class heroine. Chic and chic gold powder more beautiful than the real one. Paprika Kinski infuses this scintillating acid, everywhere: in her music obviously, but also in the accessories that she uses, in the cuts and the costumes that she signs for herself and her two musical acolytes Jean and Aurélien, from the group.
Okay Monday, with whom she has long been sibling and who co-sign the arrangements for her songs. Songs over which rock and pop influences hover, those of Bowie or Roxy Music, Depeche Mode or even Duran Duran, an energy which in its raw state comes out of the garage and which between his fingers and his electric bass is adorned with this synthetic chic of its own. A chic that does not come from the sky but from the next door life of the northern districts, that of a dreamy girl but not fooled, aware of the pressures weighing on the feminine, and who wants to use the means at hand to pretend to believe that this time will not have its skin.
In her ordinary, deceptively naive fictions, she stages and sounds teenager passions and adult anxieties, life stories in which Martin Parr's rednecks live like Lady Di pop in front of chip stalls. It's just not to be fooled by appearances - and under the glam of the sequins, there is nothing bitchy or quiet about a pounding heart.
If Paprika Kinski's verse-chorus structures and catchy melodies creep in so easily, the cocktail has its bitter undertones. And like a Roisin Murphy whom she elected as heroine alongside Isabelle Adjani from the clip Le Bonheur c'est Malheureux (a program in itself), Paprika flees clichés to stick to reality . Even if it means spitting diamonds in his face.
"Paprika Kinski is a sparkling pop gem that won't hesitate to destroy your rival for 50 quids. So be careful."
Entry requirements:
Other pop gigs
