Somewhere between Studio 54’s mirrored ecstasy and CBGB’s cigarette-stained nihilism, Pink Stiletto walks in: heels first, heart pounding, synths ablaze.
The brainchild of Valery Kvochkova, Pink Stiletto channels the fractured glamour of ZE Records, where punk’s attitude collided with disco’s pulse. The name itself captures the project’s fixation on wackiness, sensuality, and danger, a tongue-in-cheek homage to the flamboyant spirit of the early ’80s underground. It’s a world of glossy absurdity and divine sleaze, where beauty and rebellion strut side by side.
Do It For Me and Amour Finale, Pink Stiletto’s latest double single release, extends this vision. The former interrogates ambition and conformity, peeling back the glitter to reveal the corrosion beneath modern success.
Do It For Me opens with a bassline that feels like a runway strut in a broken mirror, part catwalk, part Cold War transmission. Sequencers twitch like fluorescent nerves while the rhythm locks into a hypnotic groove. The sound evokes Gina X and Tubeway Army, with an echo of Cristina’s decadent irony and even a hint of A Little Bit Alexis. Every element feels deliberate yet deranged, a balancing act between self-parody and genuine pop seduction. Kvochkova’s voice inhabits that liminal space between command and confession, broadcasting desire like a coded signal.
Amour Finale, sung in French, turns love into both poison and cure…an endless sting at the edge of time, where devotion and dissolution blur together. Both songs add layers to the project’s aesthetic of elegant decay, where glamour becomes a kind of rebellion.
Pink Stiletto thrives in contradiction. It is both sincere and sardonic, grotesque and gorgeous, pulsing with the same neurotic energy that once animated the New York underground. New Wave’s spirit never truly died. It simply changed its outfit and turned up the volume.
Listen to Do It For Me and Amour Finale below, and order here.
Co-produced with Russian collaborator Yuri Todorov (Lode Runner, Фак Б), Do It For Me fuses analogue grime with digital sharpness. Its palette is unapologetically steeped in 80s tones yet sharpened by modern sensibility; mutated nostalgia filtered through contemporary chaos. The result feels both anachronistic and urgent, a mirrorball spinning through static. It’s music for people who dance with one eye on the exit sign.
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