Location: sonotheque
Show: Minor Figure$ feat. BFF, Juiceboxxx, nd Gutter Butter
Cost: FREE!
Drinks: $2 PBR
Things I missed to be there: Outdanced! with Bearries and DJKT at Funky Buddha; Modern Love with Abducted at liar's club
Reason for Going: Best price:location:fun ratio of the evening
You know those conversations you only have with a lover? (apologies for the loaded and tacky term - I try not to use it) ... by which I mean those half-dreamt, half spoken ramblings that spill out into conversation before you go to sleep. I used to have pages of them journaled, but now the book is as lost as the memories. There are only a few that I could recall without my memory being jogged. The first was about developing a tapeworm that splits its time between the stomach and the uterus eating half of your food and any eggs that happened to get fertilized, and the skinny, childless utopia it would open up for us.
Another was Hamsters in Test Mode, an anthropomorphic electroclash band of cyborg robots that play songs like "Ichiban, Itchy Foot" and "All Systems Go!" Chicago's BFF might be the closest I ever come to seeing the band.
It might have been the animation, an acid flashback of rainbow hearts zipping across the screens, that started off BFF's set that makes me think of candy, of being forcefed candy, of being shocked by candy like sweet tarts melting into a saline enema. The project, a collaboration between animator/street artist Pooper and Hunter Husar (from Mahjongg/Waterbabies). It recalls elements of any project where women rap, chant, and cheer over synthesizers that sound almost like guitars. There are shades of Uffie, Le Tigre, The Go! Team, Puffy Amiyumi, Miss Kittin, and the Soft Pink Truth. If Pooper was louder with her voice and bigger with her movements, she could have overpowered the goon-y tall dudes standing between me (short) and her (shorter).
That could never happen to Milwaukee's Juiceboxxx. Dude starts a party with the precision the United Center starts a Bulls Game. One second you're standing there, skeptical, wondering if you just might be over Juiceboxxx already and the next you're pumping your fists in the air and bopping your feets as you watch his simian ass climb the rafters and shout-rap. He's probably the nost confrontational rapper I've ever seen, not just getting out there to juke up in his fans' personal space, but to roll around the floor and get up in the faces of the bored dudes peacefully sitting at a table ignoring him. When you couldn't see him, you still couldn't ignore his presence. Like that guy behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz was yelling something that your brain couldn't pick up but the rest of you could read loud and clear.
It ain't music to think to, ab=nd it wouldn't be worth a damn if it was.
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