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If anyone knows this diva, they know that I'll sweat
and sway with the best of 'em when it comes to rocking
out to electro. On Friday nights I throw on my Emma
Peel boots and blonde hairpiece, wigging out to
the best that Tyler and Michael can throw out, buying
rounds for the transgenders, some of which need
a queer eye for the straight guy make-over (I love
you guys, but girlfriend pa-leese know the cardinal
rule: accentuate the eyes or the lips, not both,
otherwise you'll be imitating the Colfax queens).
Throwing in Aalacho's Electro, I expected myself
to get distracted from polishing my kings and
knights in preparation for my date later that
evening: a night of strip chess and brandy. I
kept waiting for the first track, "Pompeii"
to take off so I could break out some bustin'
moves under my personal mirrored ball, but it
stayed at this low, temperate level. So I thought,
"Well, maybe that was a good thing, to go
in a different direction from any given formula,
if one exists." But it left me feeling like
I had musical blue balls.
The Beatles rendition of "Ticket To Ride"
got the toes a tappin', but I found that Aalacho,
a.k.a. Mr. Nathan Scott from
Seattle, needs a little coaxing to warm up. "It's
Not About Love" gets those fingers sliding
up and down the neck of some rippin' guitars,
compliments of another Seattle-ite Derek
Armstrong as well as New York's Sam
McIlvain, while Scott added the drum
pumping with his little synth machine. Then I
knew the party was started. Then the "Atomic
Playboy" entered the room and I had to surrender
to the groove, which has the underlying bass beat
of many a New Order song.
I can say that Nathan can serenade to me anytime,
with his sexy charm and suave finesse. And who
better to add a needed shaker of spice to the
ho-hum track "Pompeii" than Felix
da Housecat, as he remixes with his signature
boogie flair.
www.aalacho.com
Athena Prescott, July 16, 2004
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