by Aaron Miles


Sun Sept 14

Crystal Ballroom

Let's face it: everyone loves watching people in cool costumes do fancy dances to catchy music. Who wouldn't jump at the opportunity to see a show including choreographed booty moves, smoke, swooshy lights, and above all, shiny underpants? However, big spectacles such as these are painful like a weekend in Vegas. We leave the arena feeling empty, cheated out of rent money and guilt-ridden.

Many music lovers grew weary of such pop shenanigans, turning instead to all things do-it yourself, independent and un-produced. Still, our inner pop imp still yearns for the flashy-flashy-boom-boom and shiny dancing underpants. That's where Fischerspooner, our potential pop saviors, come in.

This one's a good old boy-meets-boy story. Once upon a time, Warren Fischer and Casey Spooner decided to perform an experiment: make pop music, infiltrate pop culture, and put on an entertaining pop show. Mr. Fischer learned how to make simple, catchy, vaguely '80s sounding electronic pop, while Mr. Spooner waxed his chest and learned how to lip synch in shiny underpants with a straight face. They recruited dozens of designers, filmmakers, and turban specialists and put on a few extravagant shows, earning them love from the New Yorkers, the Brits, and the Krauts. They became regarded stateside as part of the genre du jour--the so-called electroclash movement--but they won't make you sick: an essential part of their performance is a post-modern deconstruction of their own artifice.

To do so, Fischerspooner incorporates all the necessary ingredients: a little performance art with modern dance, elaborate costumes, film, smoke, swooshy lights, and shiny underpants while lip-synching along with audio playback of their album #1. Mr. Spooner hams it up, mocking and talking about his own spectacle, before vogueing on into the night. They look and sound so damn good and demand so much short-term attention, they may expand pop culture--and finally make shiny underpants popular again.