TWIN TOWN TRIP GUIDE
By Mark Wheat

The flyers sent to electronic signposts all over townwere vague: OUSIA, KHONSU, A BEVY OF SPICE DUDES,and THE INEVITABLE MR.SANDMAN. Aaah yes, the prerequisitefor scene-building is mystery. Walking through the comfortably crowdedwine par of Jitters, I briefly stopped to acknowledge the wizenedyet cherubic musings of the Caveman, John Knowles, strumminghis guitar and singing in glorious sonic juxtaposition to what was plannedto occur in the back room. They mystery lingered. But once I stopped inthe anteroom, the vestibule of the Twilight Lounge, a decompressionchamber lined with billowing drapes, to pay the paltry admission fee, I feltas though I had been ushered into another dimension.

Just as the members of Ousiatook their places, poised over keyboards and effects pedals, dressed intheir black boiler suits and silver replicant masks, Ana Voog appearedin a seat set right in front of the band, as if beamed down to attend.She had spent the day in front of the mirror and presumably in front ofthe camera, which 24/7 shows the webworld what Ana is doing. Her new starrises, with a major label debut, from the ashes of The Blue Up?She had applied jewels to her face in symmetrical patterns that accentedthe pointed blonde spikes teased into her hair. The skin-tight dress wasa weird marine color and the fur coat was white - very, very white. Thesonic structures built by the band defied song form, cresting in wave afterwave of improvised beauty. The extraordinarily controlled ambience neverdistorted in the face of the enclosed confines, yet appeared to be ableto envelop a stadium with its power.

It smells like a stereotypical scene thing, like a castingagent did a very good job and I enjoy it because and despite of this. Catchit before it's gone...oopps...maybe it's too late already. If a hack likeme was there it must be passe. Sorry.