Sex 4 Sale
Katie Soljak is a Kiwi singer/songwriter best known for bluesy attempts. Here, with Sex 4 Sale, we see the release of an album better off buried; recorded in America in the 1990s, it sees the light of day only now. It seems surely to be some kind of a prank – both the actual recording of it and now the (eventual) release.
Mixing jarring spoken-word coffee-house wannabe nothing-musings with folkish song-attempts you can see that Soljak was aiming for Patti Smith and settled for Karen Hunter.
Everything seems wrong with this – the album’s awful title, the messy album cover, the non-range, the lack of anything to say.
You could imagine a family gathering perhaps, a reunion or some such, and one of the cousins or second-cousins, someone that no one knows all that much about, steps up as part of the evening’s entertainment and rolls through material like this. That would be the only time when this sort of thing could stand. And even then everyone would drive home after and talk about how awful it was.
This is truly one of the strangest – worst – things I’ve ever had to hear.