Los Angeles

In the City Of Angels by way of Prague, Pink Gloves channels classic Italo Disco on their Italians Do It Better debut. Petr Pliska weaves a tale of introspection on the neon soaked streets of Los Angeles.

Act 1 – Downtown. The title track is a hypnotic journey to the city center over a symphony of synthesis. He laments that he “Never Wanted To Come…Never Wanted To Stay…In The City Of Lights Where Nothing Is Grey”. It’s a place where nothing ever changes and fantasy greets us in every direction. Beneath the sedated vocals, the synthesizers strike deep and dissolve quickly into a haze blanketing the strut of the heavy backbeat. The stage is set.

Act 2 – The Dancefloor. Dancing on My Own infuses Robyn’s four on the floor classic with it’s own cocktail of ethereal melodies and a rhythm section ala Ultravox. In the face of the Narrator’s lament, a mirror ball shimmers reflections of resilience.

Act 3 – The Highway. The downtempo Wilderness haunts us, bursting with silken synthesizers and spectral electronics reverberating like the ghosts of last night’s party. The tempered cinematic landscape blends with a mesmerizing sorcery as we drive into the unknown.

Act 4 – End Credits. Suddenly, the film is over. We hear the sunrise straight out of an ‘80s John Hughes film and the beautiful grit of Power, Corruption and Lies.