We should know by now not to dare Pete to do anything…the three of us ended up in a sex shop in downtown Shinjuku, these two are a bad influence I swear, but it goes like this:
NH: Pete, look…
PF: Yeah, its a vibrator that lights up, so what?
NH: No, no, read it again
PF: Its got a camera in it?
So, there we are, maybe I’m being naive and prudish, but thats my first ever sighting of a USB sex toy.
Then a sad moment as Pete and Marge head off to return home…the week is over so quick, and its not even my holiday. I couldn’t pursuade them to come along to Tokyo Dark Castle in Shibuya, they’d not have enough time to sleep before catching their flight.
Oh well, I head off to the club anyway. And its a strange one again, quite similar to Cyber Age Voodoo in some ways. There are two floors this time, which are actually two different clubs in the same building, with a handstamp that lets you move between. When I walked in there was a band on stage (Auto-mod & Tamaki, I think) who were classic sci-fi film club scene material, with angle grinders, whips and bloody kisses theatrics. They sounded damned good too, I’ll be seeing them again if I can figure out where they’re playing.
Next, Destruct System, who are noise with little talent. Then a show rather than a band, I think they’re called Mira Kurumi. The show involved three people, two girls and a guy, and was, erm, somewhat more explicit than the shows we get at the kinds of places I hang around at home. It consisted mainly of the younger girl, who was maybe 14[0], being abused (in various ways, including, but not limited to, use of dripping wax and urine) by the other two…
After that there was Despair, a band who apparently don’t know about the limits of the human audible range and have set their drum machine to produce bass kicks at such a frequency they are hardly distinct. A nice noise, but all a bit samey.
Showtime over, so I head downstairs to the dancefloor where there are DJs (they’re just showing a series of NIN videos between acts upstairs) and a whole bunch of Australians keeping up the gaijin reputation. For some reason I don’t remember I speak briefly with the most obviously crossdressed guy among them, who turns out to actually be a girl but she runs away to the convenience store before I manage to say anything profound, lucky for her.
The music this time is a little more varied than at Cyber last month, with quite a lot of noisier guitar stuff going on when I get down there, which is quite nice but I’m not really in the mood for jumping around until Pitchshifter come on. Then, just as I’ve got a taste for it theres a change of DJ and we head off into EBM territory. And suddenly the almost exactly balance guy-girl ratio on the dancefloor flips to girls only (well, apart from the novelty Australians). Odd. But it does explain the Cyber crowd a little more and it officially makes EBM music for girls.
Next, I need to talk to some of them. Anyone out there know the Japanese for “Whats a good chatup line?”.
[0] But I’ve already figured out I can’t tell ages of people over here
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