Pther than looking great and being gently provocative, nothing [a]Cobra Killer[/a] do or say makes much sense...
There are cracks in Alec‘s empire. Two Digital Hardcore recruits have broken rank and – get this – are unequivocally enjoying themselves. Smiles, tunes, fancy dress, playful subversion, slight undercurrent of violence – Berlin’s [a]Cobra Killer[/a] have thought of everything, and then twisted it into some surreal Manga cabaret.
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 [a]Cobra Killer[/a] 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 [a]Cobra Killer[/a] 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.