Blue Stahli

The sole member of Blue Stahli, Bret, comes from a background of fetish burlesque troupes, drag queen fronted punk bands and believes that he is visited in his dreams by the ghost of William S. Burroughs.

The music of Blue Stahli is a roller coaster ride derailed mid-journey, landing on another track, only this time rolling backwards. Just when you think you know what Blue Stahli has in store for you, the floor drops out from under you and sends you straight into a cacophonous amalgamation of sounds you never imagined could be combined. Sometimes aggressive, artistic, and full of piss’n’vinegar, other-times vividly cinematic and wildly epic. Trailers and promos for films like “X-Men: Days of Future Past,” “Iron Man 3,” and “Star Trek: Into Darkness” all the way to TV shows like “American Horror Story,” “Arrow,” and “Criminal Minds” along with video games “Twisted Metal,” and “Dead Rising 2” feature Blue Stahli to create an exhilarating musical backdrop. Either that, or one of their family members was held for ransom. Bret has never “technically” been convicted, so we may never know.

After his self-titled debut album delivered a double-barreled blast of anthemic intensity, emotional escape, and enough adrenaline to make you feel as though you could singlehandedly take on an entire army, Blue Stahli returns with his sophomore album “The Devil.” Venomous and infectious vocal hooks fuse like a cyberpunk horror flick with heavy metal chainsaw guitar riffs threaten to burn cities to the ground in a blaze of hooky, distorted glory. Slick electronics and dramatic production provide a gripping cinematic atmosphere with more intrigue than a box full of Bond flicks. Live drums and tribal toms are pulverized with a ferocity typically reserved for guerilla warfare while sexy breakbeats cut through with a precision hellbent on giving you and your hips more groove than is physically or legally allowed. These songs of fury and release will get stuck in your head and stay there. Do not defy them.

The pure visceral feeling of Blue Stahli is a getaway drive into oblivion, cutting a jet-black swath down midnight asphalt. Clawing, scratching and tearing through to catharsis with the hyperstylized jagged edge of revenge. Art is a weapon. Use it.