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UberScenester, Fall 1998
Notoriety is a notoriously fickle bedfellow, but UberScenester shoulders the burden of celebrity with the graceful aplomb of Capote selecting a seat at Studio 54. Their triumphant appearance before a dazzled Edgefest '98 crowd, poignantly captured on the inner sleeve of their lustrous debut EP Ballad For Neve Campbell, reveals a band whose transcendent talents redefine the notion of "fame".
The bright lights of the members' other projects (Busiest Bankruptcy Lawyers In Minnesota, J.U.L.P., Rank Strangers, Venison) have coalesced into a brilliant, dizzying supernova of sensual showmanship and sexy hook-slinging.
See them for their stagewear savvy and performance panache which tickle the eye and prod the mind with prickly evocations.
-"Ian Hunter gave Davin-O the glasses he's sporting."
-"Was that a Lou Reed power stance Matt Young adopted?"
-"I think Angus Young wore Al Grande's knickers."
-"Mike Suade insists on properly presented deli trays or the band won't play."
Swallowing my shyness, I approached the band before a recent gig with a well-thumbed catalog of Isaac Mizrahi designs I had stumbled upon at an estate sale. The group glanced at it, collectively sighed, "Mizrahi's history", and proceeded to shore up a listing cymbal stand with the crumpled Mizrahi tome acting as shim. I turned quickly to conceal the tears of gratitude. This would be the most fashionably literate show ever.
-Submitted by Kevin Frenchman, esquire.
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Never afraid of looking TOO good, UberScenester intuitively displays sartorial charms worthy of an Avedon shoot, brilliantly showcasing a fashion aesthetic not seen since Sparks circa "Indiscreet". And the music? Pop sensibility unparalleled in its devious exuberance with nary a trace of sentimentality. They cite their well-chosen influences without any copycat pandering - a Rezillos change-up will mutate into a Wilsonian vocal melody topped off with a My-Bloody-fingered guitar squall and no one will notice the glistening sweat until the band lightly dabs their foreheads at set's end with clean, pressed white towels.
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