Magic dust & seizure inducing strobes

This was fucking great gig.
Fucking great.

The crowd, properly whipped up by the excellent Tilly And The Wall, were giddy with excitement as they waited for the Brazilian band of electro minstrels to make their way from the upstairs balcony, where they’d been whoopin’ an’ a hollerin’ to their support acts songs, to the magnificent, and sadly doomed, stage at the packed Astoria.

Three songs in and we saw three completely different outfits from Lovefoxxx, the adrenalin-pumped and irrepressible front woman. Her baggy jumper turned into a Bjork-like dress, before being peeled off and her leggings transformed into a cat suit, to a backdrop of staccato lighting, seizure inducing strobes and filthy dirty bass guitar.

Album and chart friendly favourites ‘Alala’, ‘Off The Hook’ and ‘Music is my Hot Hot Sex’ got the crowd yelling along, and the spiky lyrics of ‘Meeting Paris Hilton’ and ‘Art Bitch’, plus new song ‘J-Lo’ show the group are so much more than a novelty act.

The front row fell even more under the tiny singer’s spell as she blew glittery magic dust over their heads. Patting her head and rubbing her stomach she told everyone to ‘do exactly what I do’ and promptly skittered across the stage throwing impossible to copy shapes – her costume making her look like a gymnast at the disco Olympics.

The jaunty, poppy ‘Alcohol’ was introduced as a love song and bubbles poured forth from the back of the stage making the Astoria feel like it was sitting at the bottom of a potent Brazilian cocktail.

As the song finished, a girl with big thighs forgot to be cool, eluded security and got onto the stage – you could see the panic flash across her face as she realised how many people were looking at her. The band weren’t bothered at all, and all smiles and laughs crashed into the next song.

Lovefoxxx hugged her so much they both fell over, and for a moment the sturdy lass got to sing along into the microphone before security forced her to exit stage left.

They closed the set predictably with ‘Let’s Make Love (and Listen to Death From Above)’ as an encore, with the band jumping, dancing or simply squirming around on the floor in some apparent attack of rapture.

This five-piece band of arty types from Sao Paulo is all about fun – and because they were enjoying it so much… we didn’t mind too much about the sound being a bit out. Their satirical lyrics will go way over the heads of the Heat generation they mock, but their pure energy and fun will make everyone who sees them live wish they could be a member of the CSS carnival.

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