Kim Kline delivers meaningful, radio-ready hits, which draw listeners in with captivating lyrics laid upon powerhouse rock/pop tunes.
Surfacing from the small-town Texas pageant circuit and finding her way to the wilds of Hollywood’s Viper Room, Kim Kline is an all-American paradox: a sheer blast of piss and vinegar wrapped in a sugar-sweet package. A singer/songwriter in the vein of Tom Petty with the rock-and-roll sensibility of Pat Benatar fused with Lita Ford, Kim Kline has set out to remind the music industry of its greatest strength – kick-ass musicians who write their own material.
Inspired by her mother’s love of classic rock, Kim was raised on a regular diet of Fleetwood Mac, the Eagles, ZZ Top, AC/DC. When most toddlers were cutting their teeth on Sesame Street, Kim was ascending Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven. Growing up, Kim has known her fair share of hard knocks and unexpected tragedy, and she harnesses the power of that narrative in her songwriting. Honesty and raw emotion are the cornerstones of her artistry and they bleed into each of her songs. Her self-titled debut, which has been trumpeted in the media as showcasing “the makings of a true rock superstar,” features some trenchant, hard-hitting material. “Sick Reality” is a vitriolic confrontation of a relationship built on duplicity; its angry guitar riffs a rebuff to anyone who’d consider doing her harm. On the other end of the spectrum, “Hush Lullaby” features a softer edge and deals with the pain of losing a piece of your family, and the myriad emotions that accompany that loss.
Kim Kline isn’t accustomed to sitting down with the intent of writing music, preferring to scribble down lyrics on a napkin in LAX while waiting to board a flight back to Texas. Rather than pick up the phone to bitch to a friend when a mood overtakes her, she hums melodies to herself. This impulse to write music spontaneously, trusting her gut, accounts for the visceral T.K.O.s the album delivers time after time. However, the true litmus test of an artist is how well their music translates to live performance. And in this regard, Kim Kline has few peers. Her audiences are treated to the blood, sweat and tears of a true performer who relishes the opportunity to connect with her fans. Crowds are left rapt at the increasingly rare spectacle of a woman, makeup falling to the wayside by the end of the evening, wearing her emotions on her sleeve.
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