Avenue
D
Bootys Made
For Walking
Writer: JUSTIN HOPPER
EveryoneÕs
got an Avenue D dream. MineÕs the Super Bowl halftime show: Debbie D and Daphne
D, the chicks behind New York electroclashÕs dastardly duo, jump onstage and
perform hits like ÒStick It In!!!Ó and ÒDonkey Punch.Ó Without either D so much
as popping a button, Peoria slides into chaos as middle America crawls over its
Bibles to get to the heart medication and guns.
Avenue
D is ÕclashÕs simultaneous answer to both 2 Live Crew and Camille Paglia --
Miami-bass, club-kid feminists whoÕd probably reject that label unless it were
getting them some hot sensitive-guy action. What started as Debbie and DaphneÕs
little joke, put together for a one-time ÒauditionÓ gig looking for white-girl
rappers, exploded when scene svengali Larry Tee fixated on the duo. Subsequently,
everyone from Kings of Convenience singer Erlend Oye to Boy George -- the
Culture cad single-handedly made their track ÒDo I Look Like a SlutÓ a London
club hit -- became fanatical Avenue D patrons. (Not to mention basically all of gay New York: ÒThey
appreciate our crassness,Ó Avenue D told Attitude magazine.)
Bootleg, the duoÕs eight-song
collection, shows why celebs and club kids alike raise Avenue DÕs booty banner.
The pair has the kind of simplistic flow and lyrics that, were the sexes reversed,
would make critics cringe -- ÒSt. Ides, High Life, Corona / what good is it if
you canÕt pop a boner / I donÕt care if you canÕt come / but it better be hard
until IÕm doneÓ (Ò2D2FÓ) -- backed by booty-funk electro vibes that far surpass
most bedroom-eyed modern electro.
Avenue D,
Black Moustache, and DJ Phiiliip perform at 7 p.m. Fri., April 16. The Andy
Warhol Museum, North Side. 412-237-8300.