ELECTRIC SIX
THE GAY BLADES
MILLION OF
BRAZILIANS
November 13th, 2009
9:30PM
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ELECTRIC
SIX
Show business is often
referred to as “the last frontier of Communism”. Think about it. Performers are
beholden to the common interests of a faceless collective who demand more for
less. In the advent of technology, the ability of the artist to make massive
profits has been destroyed. Artists, performers, midgets, musicians, jugglers,
magicians, deejays – everybody – all of us – we’re all fucked now. The result? I’m not going to bring
out your hamburger and fries in a timely manner. I’m going to take cigarette
breaks every 5 minutes. You’ve made me wait in a bread line, and I’m going to
rest my aching dogs while your white ass salivates over that burger just sitting
there, taunting you under the heat lamp. And I’m not going to bring it over to
you until I’m good and ready.
That was the Soviet Union then and
this is Hollywood now.
But even in the belly of despair,
there is always hope. We know of a small town, north of Star City, in the woody
fields of evil Mother Russia. The town, Gorchakovagrad, officially never
existed. But we know it was there and we know how they danced. They danced
around a fire created not by accidental nuclear disaster, but a fire fueled by
their own desire – a desire to once again be entertained. And to sell the
entertainment at a high price so that they and their families might once again
live as higher beings with swimming pools shaped like Mickey Mouse.
Gorchakovagrad made Ibiza look like
Houston, made Vegas look like Newark. Men dressed as neon gods. Women dressed as
lizards. Dancing was cutthroat, dangerous. Music was loud, sensual, sexual,
brave, sexual and sexy. The deejays were Italian. Money changed hands. Fashion
conquered all. The girls, though reptilian, were hot. They were sexy capitalist
pigs that knew their way around a deck of turntables…..and they liked to
fuck.
There were no iPods, no computers,
no websites. No file sharing. No intentional neutering of America’s teens. There
was only 100% pure entertainment created by humans….for humans. And
love.
This happened in the Soviet Union.
And this will happen again on Oct. 21 when Electric Six releases its fifth
record entitled Flashy.
Opening with the shameless and
cowardly, but highly entertaining and delicious Gay Bar, Pt. 2, Electric Six is
coming at you with all full force, hearkening back immediately to a very
profitable time in its career, hoping that somehow an association will be made
wherein the listener might accidentally buy more copies of this record than he
normally would have because he thinks he’s getting Gay Bar, Pt. 1.
From there the album moves into a
back to back to back-to-back selection of radio-ready pop nuggets, insisting
that you hold us tight and never let us go. There are no themes on Flashy. Only
hooks and aural delights. But we try to dress it up in glitter and neon along
the way and that’s why we talked about the Soviet Union a little bit.
The new album is heavy at times as
demonstrated by Formula 409 and Heavy Woman. The album is anthemic at times as
demonstrated by Your Heat is Rising and We Were Witchy Witchy White Women. The
album is smooth and sleek at times as demonstrated by Face Cuts and Watching
Evil Empires Fall Apart. And the album is, above all, forward-thinking….as
demonstrated by the triumphant Making Progress.
Most importantly, Flashy, the new
album by Detroit’s Electric Six, is a beacon of liberty in an ocean of
communism. If you love America, you will buy this record. You are either with us
or you are with David Geffen.
Flashy by Electric Six will be
released on Metropolis Records on Oct. 21 in North America. See the band on the
Hittin’ The Walls and Workin’ The Middle tour is it chugs through the United
States, Spain, the UK and Ireland this fall.