Glovemaker

If the Chateau Marmont could sing. This would be it. Loren Kramar's voice vibrates with the shameless hum of a room after a celebrity exits. Ecstatic aspiration. Doubt. Proximity. Desire. The album Glovemaker is about the skins we craft to be seen by the world, and Loren reminds us that we are all in drag. All exposed. No matter what gloves we slip on.

I'm a slut for all my dreams, Loren Kramar sings with Patti Smith brashness, I'm a whore for them, I've got more of them. Loren's lyrics move like tinsel, shimmering bravely, then just as quickly, curling, fragile under the spotlight. Loren has always been obsessed with fame. Not with famous people, but with the electricity that perverts attention - the crushing desire to be truly seen. And all of Loren, and this obsession, is in this album. He grew up in the Valley, forced to hide his Barbies from his father, so the closet was a gorgeous Spanish ranch house on a gilded cul-de-sac crawling with celebrities. Naturally this gay boy wanted to be a child star so his mother secretly shuttled him to tap and jazz and figure skating lessons. I've got hands and feet to put in the concrete, Loren croons, in "Hollywood Blvd," a song which clangs with brawny bravado. But "Gay Angels" reminds us that Loren's infatuation with stardom is inextricably linked with his queerness and his own desire to live outside of fear. To be famous is to be out. To be known. To be himself.

Loren went to art school in New York City. He painted. He made drawings. And he attended sculpture classes where he refused to make objects, instead he told stories to circles of bros in Carhartts. His voice was the sculpture. His ability to transform oxygen into rapture was the sculpture, and now Loren's music videos are the sculptures. "Hollywood Blvd," which Loren directed, was shot in two days at Buster Keaton's old studio with his friends as extras. The video creates another shrine; a collage of time and presence of those in his orbit. Loren understands that pop is a living breathing beast that is both an identity and a performance.

Glovemaker slaps and soars. The album is an ecstatic overture to love and loneliness, to dreams and promises, to everything Los Angeles dangles. Buckle up. Loren knows how to craft space, how to move us through darkened bars, strobing arenas, beige carpeted bungalows and yellow lit highways. How do you like LA? Loren asks. I hope you love it.