1/22/2007

"Who was that hot guy you took home last night?" "Girl, that was T.P.O!"


Haha, Haha! T.P.O. keeps it moving.

Girl Talk
Johnny Brenda's
1/19/07


When we heard that Pitchfork upstart, Girl Talk, aka Greg Gillis, was playing Johnny Brenda's we nearly passed out. As hipster currency goes, this guy is 2006-7's Diplo. It's not so much the music, but the spectacle, the event that is Girl Talk, that consumed us. We heard that this guy had discovered the perfect formula for inciting total hedonism at his shows: gangsta trash-infused Nirvana mash-ups + lots of coke + taking your shit off = every possible kind of sex other than missonary. But that description more than understated what we witnessed at JB's.

Most of the show was improvised, or at least it seemed that way. Thus, Girl Talk as an act can play entirely to the crowd. At JB's he immediately picked up on the Philly "ecstasy now or death" vibe, and threw together a rabble-rousing "House of Jealous Lovers"-"10 Dollar"-"Smells Like Teen Spirit" jawn. Lots of Houston rap verses over sped-up rhythms, which birthed disturbingly awkward quick-paced grinding, which looked exactly like stand-up, clothes-on fucking, later, Gillis closed with a masterpiece blend that was too "Philly" for Philly. He let the mix wind to a close and shouted to the crowd, "Hey Cats, you ready for the one I like to call "The Super Soaker?" Then he took his shirt off. Then everybody took their shirt off. Then Spank Rock's "Bump" began playing. Everybody started fucking, clothes-off. He blended in Lil Kim's "Magic Stick." Jesus Christ. Then it happened. Gillis slammed on Belinda Carlisle's "Heaven Is A Place On Earth" and pussy jizz started spraying everywhere. There was so much of the stuff no one could keep their footing, not even those observing from the balcony, i.e. T.P.O. And that was how the show ended, hundreds of naked hipsters, lying devastated in puddles of female ejaculate.

The show, the event, it has changed T.P.O.'s entire philosophy on things. If "trash" can produce SO MUCH sex, gallons and gallons of it, then why not swim in it?

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