Hilarity And Hijinx Ensue

by Kaleigh Ilia

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On her sophomore release, Hilarity And Hijinx Ensue, alternative rocker Kaleigh Ilia comes on like a turbocharged ‘72 Nova. Loud guitars and slamming drums aside, her powerful voice is our tour guide through 14 songs that groove with minimal fuss.


This album’s maturity amounts to the emotion being turned up, and effectively so, as Hilarity And Hijinx Ensue tells the tales of suburban despair, desperate escape, and desert salvation. The high octane rocker ‘The Trouble With Hello’ draws the listener in and by the time she sings the opening line “I know, you know, I know we got a problem” it’s clear Kaleigh’s keen on casting a spell. Inspired by the simplicity of nursery rhymes and playground lore this seventeen year-old from Los Angeles has mastered the art of writing a pop hook. ‘Hey, Hey Whatcha Say’ begins with a punchy kick drum groove and sing along chorus, so intense, it reaches out and grabs the listener by the throat.


Hilarity And Hijinx Ensue has a haunting, captivating sound at times and ‘Take A Long Look’ is downright hypnotic. Primal screams, vicious grooves, and snake charmer guitar lines provide the perfect canvas for her intoxicating melodies and lyrics such as “between the cracks in the floor, you’ll find the note you’ve been looking for.” And these are not the lyrics of an acoustic princess or pop diva. Kaleigh is a force of nature armed with a poison pen and with her words she paints us a vivid landscape. On the pyschobilly sounding “Tangled In Your Hair” we can imagine ourselves sitting right next to her in the Nova, as she drives through the desert for a secret rendezvous; “… and when we’re feeling boldly wicked, you’re tangled in my hair.”


She cranks up the angst with a healthy dose of punk on ‘Age of Discontent, Summer of Total Regret’ as she yells, “welcome to my age of discontent.” But don’t be fooled; anger gives way to despair. ‘What Am I Gonna Tell Violet’ is brilliant. As an opening wall of distorted organ leads us to an eerie vocal, she sings “Whiskey, bullets, and gasoline. Baby that’s all we need. To run from this suburban glee, football stars and chemistry…” and the scene is set for a tale of suburban frustration and hopelessness. We are reminded time and again that this seventeen year-old is well beyond her years, as words like “a candy apple kind of gray, an upper class massacred. Not a nickel to my name, my insecure DNA” exemplify her sophistication.


Fuzz box guitars and a cheap drum machine launch The Kills inspired ‘You’re Even On A Good Day.’ But once again, Kaleigh’s pop sensibilities surge forth in the Motown inspired chorus. Consider for a moment that she’s managed to merge Allison Mosshart with The Supremes and you begin to understand the depth of her creativity. She returns to the desert with ‘Las Cruces,’ the surf inspired rocker set to a Latin beat, and just in case you’re not convinced her demons are real, consider “…oh god, I wish I could, cut you, I wish could, crucify you.” Kaleigh makes good use of dynamics on the building and driving tune ‘Desert Medicine Man’, even if the PJ Harvey influence is apparent.


‘Candy Aisle Options’ is a slamming surf rocker, with a Pretenders twist, and Kaleigh’s vocal versatility is demonstrated throughout, from genteel and soft to screaming punk. This lady covers a lot of ground from the trance inducing ‘I Got A Thing For You’ to the Beatles inspired ‘Gretchen’, yet the blending of different styles and influences is effortless and seamless. Hilarity And Hijinx Ensue ends with a cascade of guitar echoes on ‘Agave Tequilana’, which manages to combine a Stone Temple Pilots type riff with an infectious R&B chorus; “You got nothin’ on me child, so you can’t touch me for awhile” sounds like it could have been sung by Aretha Franklin, but it’s distinctively Kaleigh. It’s difficult to believe that this tour de force was written and recorded by a seventeen year-old “mostly” in her bedroom, but then again, Kaleigh Ilia is a wunderkind. Get this album now, so when she conquers the world you can say you knew her when.

W. Miller,
De Novo Music

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released November 14, 2010

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Kaleigh Ilia Los Angeles, California

Kaleigh Ilia began her career in the entertainment industry at the age of three as an actress and model; appearing in commercials and print adds. Kaleigh debuted at the Whiskey A Go Go in Hollywood when she was only 13 to glowing critical acclaim. A charismatic and skilled performer, with intense energy, with two CDs available on iTunes; "Kaleigh Ilia" and "Hilarity and Hijinx Ensue." ... more

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Track Name: Tangled In Your Hair
Tangled In My Hair ©2010

Listen to me nothing’s changing,
You kind’a lost me there.
And even as I slowly crumble,
I’m tangled in your hair.

How do I escape from me,
The words, they cut my tongue.
Call it karmic chemistry,
I promise you I’ll run.

Oh no, here we go, oh no,
You’re the one I’m thinking of…

All the things we thought were funny,
They just disappear,
And when we’re feeling boldly wicked,
You’re tangled in my hair.

How do I escape from me,
The words, they cut my tongue.
Call it karmic chemistry,
I promise you I’ll run.

Oh no, here we go, oh no,
You’re the one I’m thinking of…
Track Name: The Trouble With Hello
I know, you know, I know, we gotta a problem,
I know, you know, I know, we kiss to seldom.
Again, again, again, we take advantage.
Oh know, oh know, oh know, the taste of damage.

The damage, the damage.
The damage, the damage.

The trouble with hello is, good-bye always follows.

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, we’ll miss the banquet
How do you do, how do you tie a tourniquet?
I know, you know, I know, you’re suspected,
Oh please, oh please, oh please you’re neglected.
Neglected, neglected, neglected, neglected…

The trouble with hello is, good-bye always follows.

Still stuck in this rat race, and energy is displaced,
Sex aesthetic, it’s microphonic.
Still stuck in this rat race, and energy is displaced,
Don’t let it blister, such a disaster…..

The trouble with hello is, good-bye always follows.
Track Name: What Am I Gonna Tell Violet?
Whiskey, bullets, and gasoline,
Baby that’s all we need.
To run from this suburban glee,
Football stars and chemistry.
Uggs and 60’s tiles,
A line of painted dolls for miles.

It’s a good day, but a bad way,
It’s a good time,
It’s the last leg, so I’ll be vague,
you’re my war crime.


Desperately, I cling to a feeling.
Hopelessly, wanting my normal.

A candy apple kinda gray,
An upper class masquerade.
Not a nickel to my name,
My insecure DNA.
My throat is dry it’s hard to speak,
Our attraction aint so weak.

It’s the bouquet, it's the cache,
It’s a good eye.
It’s a quick mind, with a good grind,
you’re my war crime.

Desperately, I cling to a feeling.
Hopelessly, wanting my normal.

This could be just another, yearlong day dream,
Oh no not another, unrequited scream.
A softly sung nursery rhyme, checkout time, you’re my war crime.


Desperately, I cling to a feeling.
Hopelessly, wanting my normal.
Track Name: Sugar, When It Burns
Sugar When It Burns:

You know, that you can’t, but you need to.
You run, when they walk, cuz it’s taboo.

You trip to relax, when your razzled.
You push, when they pull, just to dazzle.

Oh, oh, oh...

Sugar, when it burns,
Sugar, when it burns,
Sugar, when it burns,
You're superficial!

Is the taste, on tongue, what you savor?
Dig deep for rush and the flavor.
The sound of your voice is myopic.
The noise on the vinyl’s off topic.

Sugar, when it burns,
Sugar, when it burns,
Sugar, when it burns,
You're superficial!

Think about it, think about it, think about it....
Track Name: Candy Aisle Options
Candy Aisle Options....

You’re the object of my affection,
My one and only, my perfection.
It feels so good ‘cause it’s embryonic,
But our thirst knows no tonic.

You need me,
You feed me,
You bleed me,
You need me,
Every now and then I get a rush…..

I tried to pray, but to no avail,
A partial veil in our fairytale.
You’re my muse, my temptation,
The axis of our recreation.

You need me,
You want me,
You want me,
You need me,
Every now and then I get a rush…..
Track Name: Gretchen
Gretchen’s spilling coffee, burning her hands.
It doesn’t really matter to her,
That she’s come, so undone.
It doesn’t really matter today
Yeah today, today.

I see her face and I feel her pain,
It smells like rain again.

Gretchen’s spilling coffee, burning her hands.
It doesn’t really matter,
But where are they now that she really needs them?
Preaching their words, their agenda.
Yeah real nice, oh so nice, bring ‘em on in and forget about them.

I see her face and I feel her pain,
It smells like rain again.

All the way around, gonna hit the ground, gonna see.
Gretchen isn’t done, gonna have some fun, gonna clean.

I see her face and I feel her pain,
It smells like rain again.
Track Name: Agave Tequilana
Tiny pungent hint of madness,
This agave mafia business.
Tiny pungent hint of madness,
This agave mafia business.
Half afraid, half amazed,
Words run deep, eyes are glazed.

You got nothin’ on me child, so you can’t touch me for awhile.
If the thrill is in the chase, you just might become replaced.

Losers tonight, but winners in general.
Brutally broken, sincerely spoken.
Take it away….take it away...take it away, oh
Half afraid, half amazed,
Words run deep, eyes are glazed.

You got nothin’ on me child, so you can’t touch me for awhile.
If the thrill is in the chase, you just might become replaced.