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Pther than looking great and being gently provocative, nothing [a]Cobra Killer[/a] do or say makes much sense...
There's Gina D'Orio: black negligie, fake blood on her neck and 'Cobra Killer' scrawled under her white suspenders; and Annika Trost: business-suited and booted, the icy dominatrix power-dressed for any occasion. Together they're a band whose excellent debut album last year consisted entirely of distortion-trashed '60s girl group and go-go movie samples.
But Cobra Killer don't seem too bothered about the music. It's all on DAT anyway, and so the girls are free to prowl the stage, pouting and posing, ranting cut-up slogans about dinosaurs and helicopters and, in Annika's case, hula-hooping to a thrillingly professional standard on a podium. Gina, on the other hand, practises pole-dancing.
In fact, other than looking great and being gently provocative, nothing Cobra Killer do or say makes much sense. This is why they're DHR's most obvious concession to pop, and that in itself is more than enough.
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