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ISSUE #29.45 • MUSIC • JUDGEMENT

BS or Yes, Yes!


N.Y. art-rockers Fischerspooner are on the block; our esteemed judges give their two cents.

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BY MARK BAUMGARTEN, BYRON BECK & JOHN GRAHAM | 503 243-2122

[September 10th, 2003] Straight Guy says:

Fischerspooner's stage show cannot be denied. Founders Warren Fischer and Casey Spooner and a team of collaborators put together an event with all the pomp and glory of a Miss America pageant, if anyone putting Miss America together had a healthy mix of talent and amphetamines. Musically the group is a pill, and, depending on what mood you're in, it can drop you solid or drive you onward. Wary of the electroclash? Stay away. (MB)

Queer Guy says:

Fake is the new real. Artifice is the new art. That's why I can't wait to see the artsy-fartsy and fakey Fischerspooner.

This "band" was created inside the cultural vacuum that is New York City's art-gallery scene. It was an inside joke, never intended for mainstream audience tastes. But who can deny the cut-and-paste populist appeal? That's because we've seen it all before. The polyphonic synth beats come from the stages of Big Apple performance-art insiders like Laurie Anderson and Philip Glass. Their heavy-duty eye-lined puffery was plucked straight from the closets of Human League and Flock of Seagulls. Fischerspooner is an '80s cover band for famous people. And now we all get to hear it. What's wrong with that? Nothing. (BB)













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Exclamatory Guy says:

Attention: retentive Ashcroft types! Your purchase of a Fischerspooner ticket proves the Gay Agenda is winning American hearts and minds! It doesn't matter who you are--once Fischerspooner is through with you, you'll be more queer than a Marine sergeant in purple silk panties! A Fischerspooner show is like every lifestyle-mag photographer, obscure avant-garde playwright, hairstylist, weight trainer, transvestite, transsexual, twinkie beefcake and street hustler in the world throwing a maxi-fantabulous electrocrack costume party. The music throbs like those soiled old New Wave hits you'd hear in shadowy, labyrinthine basements filled with camouflage netting, gym showers and gloryholes! But who cares about the music? You know you really want the glittery clothes! Glamtastic choreography! Glazed makeup and grandiose coifs! You are so gay! And you love it! Fess up, queerboy! Isn't this where you always wanted to be? Fischerspooner has saved your soul! (JG)

Fischerspooner plays Sunday, Sept. 14, at the Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside St., 225-5555 ext. 8811. 9 pm. $18. 21+.

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