Brimming with technicolor funk, Aaron David Gleason’s ode to the city of dreams is an incendiary slice of electro pop that channels the early work of Lenny Kravitz.
Gleason has been a fixture in the rock community for over a decade, chewed up and spit out by the machine, only to become more grounded in his own convictions. Freed from the shackles of his former label, Aaron is dropping a deluge of unreleased material in the form of a massive, four-album collection spanning each and every vibrant chapter of his musical career.
Today we have the pleasure of premiering “Bright Lights” off the self-aware manifesto This is Aaron David Gleason. The album is chock full of diverse entries, including this weed-laced disco groove, which is punctuated by a “blood on the mic” vocal from Gleason. While remaining cool and upbeat, his performance belies a deeper dissatisfaction with the subject matter.
Reflecting on the soulless nature of his time in LA, Aaron says, “‘Bright Lights’ is a bluesy little tale of chasing the limelight. I was living in Silver Lake, and I could see the bright lights of downtown where I would venture out every night. That’s what this song is about—the feast of lust that is L.A., and how utterly disposable we all can be here after that lust is satiated. I moved to New York shortly thereafter.”
