Electrocles-la-LAshing (Rock over Cali, pt.2)

Excuse me Angelenos, but how many of you woke up this morning with a re-newed Miss Kittin fetish, the sweat and the spilled milk from last night's Key Club gig soaking the sheets? Big woman ina grey mini-dress and thigh-high black leather stompers, "inhale" and "exhale" tatooed on either arm, dropping industrialized Berlin-born techno bombs, mixing like she's a seceret UR member, while singing songs of sex and strength...and having the capacity crowd of frat-kids, goths, gay boys, punters and puntettes singing right back at her. Thank goodness Larry Tee's ridiculous marketing campaign, which rounded up talent under a ridiculous musical tag that became a punchine before it had a definition, has only worked on the 4th estate gullibles. Consider the decks taken back, motherfuckers!