I’ve been trying to explain the appeal of this new subgenre people keep calling electroclash, and of Fischerspooner in particular, and there’s a very good description in the NYT review this week. Two guys, one of them does the showboating, one of them does opposite– not quite behind the scenes, but visibly helping with costume changes, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, joining in on dance sequences but slightly out of step. It’s… well, it’s self-consciously half-assed, it’s sarcastically fabulous. Mr. Lead Rock Star, between songs, demands his political jacket, he’s going to do a political song. He wears a white suit and at the high point of the song, the second guy hides behind him and pulls the whole snap-away thing off, revealing shiny underwear and a moderately buff body.
Not perfect. Obviously, deliberately, imperfect. Perfection would be too easy.
Secretly Ironic 