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| The Prima Donnas |
Gonna Get You LAID!
by David M
10.24.2000
In Cleveland, mascara drips on a young man’s wide lapel. In Los Angeles, a movie executive tentatively slips on his first codpiece. In Austin, a farmer’s daughter laments her loss of innocence. These are the kind of stories that expand like ripples in a pond wherever the Prima Donnas have been — stories of liberation, of desperation, of newfound joys that leave you feeling as if you’ve been used.
"They purvey the purest in electric punk to their fanatically dedicated followers, preening and purring all the while." |
It’s a feeling that you cannot know until you have experienced the sequenced four-keyboard onslaught of the Prima Donnas. Bedecked in nothing but the finest leather and furs, Nikki Holiday and Julius Siezure attack their instruments, cranking out heartless beat distortion and spike-haired melodies. They purvey the purest in electric punk to their fanatically dedicated followers, preening and purring all the while. And in the center of the audiosexual maelstrom, the focus and channel of thousands of watts of energy, is Otto Mattic.
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Those who have seen or heard him in action will understand the difficulty of describing him. Comparisons have been made (Johnny Rotten, David Gahan -- Elvis?) but none capture the full essence of this man. He is a walking revolution, a schizophrenic prophet, and a rock n’ roll god in a single body. His Cockney sneer may not endear him to the tea-and-monocles demographic, but his words will open the minds of those who listen, and his explosive sexuality will convert even those who don’t.
"Nikki Holiday and Julius Siezure attack their instruments, cranking out heartless beat distortion and spike-haired melodies." |
Songs like "Reagan’s Dead" hint at the intense politics that back up their strut and style, with its opening barrage of squelched beats and enraged screaming. It’s a condemnation of both American capitalism and Soviet totalitarianism, a call for the destruction of all systems and their replacement with—what? What single thing is grand enough to reorder the world’s power structure, make paupers of kings and slaves of dictators? The answer comes in "Nance Music Manifesto," where we hear the revelation, the single and supreme message that these three Sussex, U.K. boys want you to hear through the frenetic electronic beat:
The Prima Donnas are gonna get you LAID.
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