Dopamine by Lorelei Carlson: intoxicating emotions,  hallucinogenic voice. By Patrick O’Heffernan

Posted: November 8, 2014 in Entertainment, music, Music Friday Live, Patrick O'Heffernan, Review, Singer, Songwriter
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The pharmacological definition of dopamine is “a neurotransmitter in the central nervous system that acts on the brain to control movement, emotion, pain and pleasure. It  also forces the contraction of the heart in the treatment of shock.”  The musical definition of  dopamine is Lorelei Carlson and her new album named after the chemical. Dopamine arouses movement and intoxicating and sometimes painful emotions while it grips your heart and heats your blood until it steams in your veins.  The effect is mystical, magical, disturbing and addictive.

The child  of a bi-national couple of constantly moving diplomats who had  lived in seven countries by the time she was 15,  she knew she was special as a toddler.  She absorbed the culture and music of each of those countries and a determination to put them to work in her own  art for the audience that she knew would resonate with her.  And they do.  With a million  downloads on Myspace.com,  tens of thousands of followers and  multiple albums, she is standing on the cliff of stardom.  Dopamine  should give her the rush to step off and soar,

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The title song immediately immerses you in Lorelei’s hallucinogenic world of ache, dreams and  lust, coming on with a soft kick drum downbeat and a synth buzz.  Her ethereal voice that combines pain and dreams together traps you in a claustrophobic nether world of sex, abuse, and resignation but holds you aloof, above it all. He  don’t care/He don’t share/So don’t follow/And don’t swallow. The urgency rises with the music, her voice surrounding you with churning images of hurt. It’s not the way you would/Just like  you said you could/He’ll pull the arrow good/ and strike you like he should. The drum  swells and the synth swirls with her voice, as if rising to a climax  and then release.  But she tells us you can escape: What’s a woman to do when she’s not chased/Go slip a blue till he’s erased. No need to slip a blue,  just hit repeat.

From the orgasmic darkness of “Dopamine”, Lorelei caresses you languidly with Nirvana’s classic  “Rape  Me”,  her throaty voice gliding nonchalantly through the disturbing lyrics with muted drum beats and soft, sometimes electric synth tones. As with “Dopamine”, the effect is psychotropic as well as aural, with the synth arrangements coming on and then fading like a drug coursing through your brain. An anti-rape song written by Kurt  Cobain as a warning to rapists that they will suffer the same fate someday,  she puts her spin on it. She updated the lyrics in interviews with context,  pointing out that not only women get raped and that rape is not always sexual. Musically, Lorelei has delivers  a version that is frightening  – she sounds like a passive, smiling former lover  sliding a knife blade under your fingernails. Few woman, or men for that matter,  could pull off  this song as unequivocally and as powerfully as Lorelei has.

“Sandcastles” follows  the musical  and the lyrical landscape, circling gently around death with  her  signature languid treatment  of hard topics. Simple snare hits and synth pssts  carry her while she asks Sandcastles and a glass half full/When I dismantle, will I still be beautiful?. But  she has not totally  resigned herself to death: Grab ahold  of me (I will hold myself in place). “Open Your Eyes ups the tempo a bit with more complex but still muted drumming – kick  and snare –  combined with a horizon-distant synth violin. The hallucinogenic imagery continues: You opened the door and there you stood/My body lay frozen on the bed/I’m tellin’ myself it’s in my head.

The tempo really picks up with “Push the Button (The 8th Floor) ” with fast drumming, Lorelei rapping over a distorted male voice repeating “push the button”.  This  is the perhaps  the most explicit of Lorelei’s lyrics about sexual vulnerability and detachment from loveless, perhaps abusive sex. But realistically I’m prey on top  of your bed/When you  open the door to my own demise/Just sit back and watch as I slip into disguise. As with “Dopamine” the song picks up speed and urgency, moving us to climax while  she tells us she is zoning out.

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She leaves us with a commentary on life in her adopted home, Los  Angeles, where she has lived for  the past four  years.  An observation on the difficulty of honest relationships in the City of the Angels,  “Sunset Blvd” moves with a very spare, restrained snare drum,  bass notes and Lorelei’s languorous voice,  enhanced with perfectly placed  echoes and overdubs.  And  everything just flows/Like a mid-summer’s night breeze blows/I  didn’t have to try too hard on the boulevard…but  here we are Found and lost.

The six songs on Dopamine extend her earlier work, especially the album 20 MG, but they also go beyond it into deeper and in many ways more  personal and lonely territory.  They remind me of fresh blood in a test tube:  liquid, hot, steamy –  but passive; the stuff of life, but not of this life. In some ways Lorelei Carlson  and  Dopamine are the stuff of our lives, but not of our world. But whatever world they are from, you want to go there..

Patrick O’Heffernan, Host, Music FridayLive!

Dopamine by Lorelei Carlson

Available  on iTunes and all the usual online outlets

www.loreleicarlson.com

https://twitter.com/LoreleiCarlson

4/5

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