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So I'm going to be brief here, offering sincere apologies for the scarcity of content. Leonard Cohen, Moz, People Under the Stairs, and the Hold Steady were all marvelous, but nothing touched The Bug ft. Warrior Queen. We're going to have to forget about the Bug, I wrote about him here, and hopefully it described his mien. Those raucous dance-hall dub-step beats sounded insane live--bass barreling out of the live speakers like a baby at nine months trying to kick his way of his mother's womb. Drums like tocsins-exploding with nuclear brissance.

But Warrior Queen. Let's just start with the nomenclature. The woman is in fact a warrior queen--Hippolyta if she'd been born Jamaican, an Amazonian built like gibralter, with a corona of caramel-colored hair, and a practically incomprehensible patois. In a black jacket, fishnet stalkings and dominatrix boots, the women essentially made it so that no one will ever be able to speak about Peaches or Lil Kim without using the word "fraud." She doesn't use sex as a weapon, she uses it as an extension of her idea of ecstasy, humping the speakers, herself, the audience's imagination. Think Sharon Jones but far raunchier, a dervish whose stage presence couldn't be captured by the best writer, let alone a hastily written first draft.

Penultimate song, "Poison Dart," brought the climax. I'm not sure if I've ever seen that sort of pandemonium in my life. The show was scarcely attended--maybe only a few hundred people. To think that Bright Eyes was going on at the same time was too much for my fragile skull to handle. Because Warrior Queen warped out of a different galaxy. I'd try to compare her to other dancehall artists, but let's be real, my knowledge is limited to Mad Cobra, Shabba Ranks, Buju Banton, Sizzla, and the remaining flotsam and jetsam that guested on mid-9os dance tracks. After it was all over, they turned the lights on. Everyone shuffled out with an embarrassed but sated gait, as though they'd just had sex, and their eyes were awkwardly adjusting to the bright lemon light. The only way Karen O has a chance of topping this tomorrow night, is if she hires Ditta Von Teese, several midgets, a crate of dry ice, and a vat of silly putty.

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Warrior Queen triple x-rated and raw alongside The Heatwave at the Immediate Sounds Caribbean rave music carnival afterparty.

Highlights include an amazing fast chat acapella harking back to the UK dancehall sound of the 1980s and Almighty Father on the Coolie Dance riddim. But the crowning moment came when she dropped her Poison Dart vocal over the soca-inspired Reggaelypso riddim.

Warrior Queen giggles as the sheer exuberance of the carnivalesque instrumental begins to sound then as the tune is rewound there's a pause while she settles on the appropriate lyric. And what a perfect choice: "Massive how you feeling? I like to see the energy ... Through mi nah sling nuh gun them mussi check seh mi soft - but mi a real poison dart". Too big.

Unfortunately there's no video of the dancing segment she launched into to accompany the Wipe Out riddim 's surf guitar licks. Though from her commentary and the crowd's cheers you can hear how she demonstrated the slow wine, medium wine, fast wine and 'juice a come' wine!