Premiere: Brasko fashions lustful spectacle on new album, ‘SEXDREAMSUPERSTAR’

Hotels and motels and any variation thereof are a playground of the wildest and raunchiest of illicit affairs. It’s a night of erotic addictions coming to blossom against a backdrop of bubbly Chardonnay, an assortment of pharmaceuticals and other recreational drugs and perfectly-pressed silk sheets. It’s succumbing to a particular set of pleasures and fetishes that erupt from your skin uninhibited as you lock in a feverish embrace, the kind of spontaneous thrill we all seek but are often too ashamed to commit. Long a societal taboo, such physical gratifications are given permission to run loose in such settings of red-carpet lined corridors and rooms that lock away the deepest and darkest and most dangerous of human desires. Previously a purveyor of a more slick pop-rock mainstream model, Nashville’s Jordan Gable, under the Brasko alias, handles his own erotic fantasies by way of his new album. SEXDREAMSUPERSTAR, premiering today, pumps the blood and the sweat for a concept set-piece which assembles together various stimulatingly-delicious tales of late-night sexcapades that’ll make you blush from head to toe.

“Tell me who ya wanna be / Tell me whatcha wanna do / On my knees you know I’m begging you,” he rips off his shirt on “Get Me High,” the first official song swinging from the chandeliers off the salacious “Welcüm” opener. “Enjoy your stay,” he whispers, puffing out his lips in a provocative invitation. He takes your hand, and you step into the smoky, dimly-lit amber light that penetrates the darkness; the hotel room before you throbs with the scent of exoticism and perfume and a windswept spread of rose petals. Your senses are overwhelmed, and you soon slip into a paralyzing catatonic state of euphoria. “When you feel me on your hips, you know that I can’t help it /  When I feel you on my lips, I know that I’m infected,” his voice rises and falls in time with the sweet scents, yet the funky frolic sends your pulse into overdrive.

Gable’s very unapologetic persona not only permits him to shed all his own reservations, then allowing himself to slide into varied side-pocket grooves, but he also erects a lush pastel wonderland that is truly intoxicating. The soundscapes flicker between the caramel gurgling of the Nai Br.xx-featuring “Milk Chocolate” and the drip-drop rainstick of “Vertigo,” while also intersecting the song board with two “Erotic Skits” that wink and nod at the various capers swirling about them. “I’ll stop / Then start again til your thighs cry out (for me),” he confides, peeking through huffing, exhilarating moans on “Lipstick Stains,” starring hip-hop glider Saint Pressure. His exploits are utterly dazzling, masked in debaucherous layers and hushed admissions of his most untamed imaginations, and each one is as steamy as the last.

“Tiger stripes mark the sides of your thighs / Fiery eyes see right through my disguise,” sings Gable, the titular cut fixating its lustful, smoldering gaze as the imposing centerpiece. Then, with “Take Me,” he relinquishes the domineering role for one of passiveness and allows the listener to engage with his senses. “I know you’re ready, don’t play pretend / I’ve been watching, and I saw you ditch your friends / You start to whisper into my ear / Dirty little things I wish I didn’t hear,” he quickly plummets even further below into the second circle of Hell. Gable’s seductive words tickle the ear lobes, and by the time the gritty electric guitars thrash and rub together on “20th Century Boy,” alongside Mr. Gabriel, there is little left to do than lay back and enjoy the afterglow.

From 2017 to the end of 2018, Gable found himself hooked into the work of Todd Rundgren’s A Wizard, a True Star, Jellyfish’s Spilt Milk and David Bowie’s The Man Who Sold the World, each lining his pockets with incomparable influence and stylistic currency that is quite evident his present bedrock. “While all these records sound drastically different, every song on each album all takes place in the same world,” he writes to B-Sides & Badlands, bemoaning the lack of identity in much of modern pop music. “Records in the last two decades, with a few exceptions, lost that part of what makes an ‘album.’ I chose very carefully the songs that tell a story [and] that piece together a bigger picture. I was toying with names and I wanted to give myself a different character to write under for each album.”

However, SEXDREAMSUPERSTAR began to mutate into a creature that defied even his own expectations, and he urgently followed a trail of bread crumbs into an 11-track realm of lust, love and escapism. “Originally, [it] was a caricature of Brasko, both lyrically and sonically, but then as I was piecing it together, it sounded more like a place. I named it a hotel. So, each of these songs take place in a different room of that hotel. Each room [is] filled with unspeakable acts that make us both primal and human,” he says.

SEXDREAMSUPERSTAR officially drops everywhere tomorrow (September 18). Pre-save here.

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