Sukia

Contacto Especial con El Tercer Sexo (Nicklebag)
by Nik Rainey

Machines cold? Sexless? Not to Sukia, they’re not. Their first album for the Dust Brothers’ Nickelbag imprint is a twangy, buzzy, jungle-drummin’, hip-swivelin’ techno-lovefest – superimpose Godard’s Alphaville over Barbarella and splice in some softcore and this is the ideal soundtrack. Where it comes from, I have no idea – perhaps a batch o’ radio/TV signals got bounced into the stratosphere, were picked up by some FGMs (Funky Green Men) from beyond the sun, who remixed and remodeled the resulting calamity and sent it back to Earth to teach the clones how to boogie. Or maybe it’s just a couple of cloistered tech-fiends with the wisdom to interrupt a lulling Moog passage with intermittent buzz-jolts and the words “spank me.” Whatever – it looks backwards, forwards, and right at your crotch simultaneously and it grooves as only synthetics can. So jack in.

(Incidentally, I’d be remiss to finish this review without mentioning the source of their name – a Spanish comic book that follows the exploits of a lesbian vampire, her homosexual pal, and a ten-inch strap-on. It may be hard to track down, but I heartily endorse it as a study “tool” to keep the kids in high school Spanish class awake – certain passages in the copy I received give new meaning to the term “bi-lingual.” ¡Ay caramba!)