A victim tells his story
: Thanks, In Flagranti. I just checked out your new-ish album Brash & Vulgar
, released back in March on Codek Records, and I have to tell you ... I can't stop dancing! Whenever I close my eyes, it's a crazy party in my brain. There are naked ladies, mustachioed dudes, and a bear skin rug, all thump-thumping each other's rumps to your non-ironic retro groove. Then, the waterbed bursts and there's water flowing everywhere, but the thrusting doesn't stop! Party time just got wetter! Hahaha!
Believe it or not, the above testimony from a deranged In Flagranti fanatic is pretty typical. The Brooklyn-based post-disco libertines, Sasha Crnobrnja and Alex Gloor, seem to have the uncanny ability to stir stange emotions and manic reactions from even the most buttoned-up, club-averse individuals. No more than a toot of that trademark In Flagranti sonic smut and those previously upstanding members of middle-class society become orgy-obsessed demons going for broke in the coke stalls of their own personal Studio 54.
Especially dangerous and dirty are decadent, moral-destroying tracks like "Pick a Trick
," "A Piece of False Morality
," and "Svelty Blonde
." At its core, this is antisocial fuck music riddled with sinister flourishes of synth-pop, deep house, indie dance, glam rock, electro-punk, and 8-bit. Seriously, In Flagranti is the kind of thing that could easily turn our quaint little burg by the bay into a modern-day Sodom. So, next Saturday, when the duo thump-thumps the Electric Pickle like it's a group thing, please lock your teenage daughters in a box under your bed and chain your banker boyfriends in a closet. Only you
can keep party time dry.