Kink Ador is a bright explosion of living rebellious beauty.
When you hear Sharon Koltick sing, you remember the promise of rock & roll — and as she fronts her earnest, taut band Kink Ador, you begin to realize that promise. The living, rebellious beauty. Art and hammers bring the sound down, and she takes her place, laid absolutely against a slamming beat, claiming vocal ground and then swinging among soaring guitar lines. This singer-bassist-horn-blowing empress leads the charge against the quick and the dead.
It is the shining goods, the reminder that a stripped down trio can bring it home. Rock. Roll. Kink Ador. Koltick — along with burning guitarist (and songwriting partner) Nick Hamilton, and fierce drummer Josh Lockridge — has staked out a scorching, punk-inflected landscape to work. No pervasive, heartsick indie territory here.
It's the bright explosion. When Kink Ador steps onstage, the band delivers with a driving, straight-ahead clarity hard to find in a post-pop wasteland. Witness and muse at once, Koltick brings a sense of purpose and controlled fury to the fore. Her voice conjures the hiding spirit, power-packed and expressive, complemented with a dynamic control that allows for the deft touch.
"I've tried to think about this. What does it mean to be free? I feel like — with Kink Ador — I'm following in this tradition of classic rock. Spiritual. Meaningful. Entertaining and raw."
The band certainly brings it. Reaching for the limits of rhythm, Hamilton is the ultimate rock & roll soldier, as willing to do whatever it takes — even the dirty work — as he is to soar into unreal flight. Koltick might pick a trumpet up from the floor and haunt the room. They churn with a fusion — one that can rock the street, yet yield the jazz surprise with unexpected twists and turns. It is a body punch that delivers.