EROTIC
VAMPIRE BALL
Miami
Nights by Bridget Duval-Kennedy,
MIAMIGO
Nov '99
So to our final yet everlasting event.
Anitra and Nicodemus's 'Erotic Vampire Ball' at the Caberet.
According to medical theory, vampires must consume ten pints of blood every
day or their blood cells will die. Worshippers of Mephistopheles and Asmadeus
were present in perfect funeral attire at this midnite gathering of the living
dead. On top of this bizarre twist to South Beach nightlife, scenes from the
lipstick lesbian cult movie 'The Hunger' were acted out by a three-way inamorato
of striking likeness.
The mutual affinity lay behind the Venetian-styled masks
as a black haired Bowie replacement escorted the delicious duo around the
dancefloor. Provocative, lustful and sheer fetish, the Victorian ballroom
setting enlivened the impassioned proceedings.
Watching
with awe, we witnessed Nicodemus taking nuptial vows with his faithful concubine
(Anitra), condemning her to living death and to eternal hunger for living
blood. Far from Transylvania, the Prince of Darkness chanted his offering
of eternal, everlasting love. 'Walk with me to be my loving wife forever.
Drink and join me in eternal life'. Flashes of Belle de Jour and The Hunger
merged in Catherine Deneuve splendor, both roles united in the highly charged
sexuality that took ordinary people from their regular lives into a secret
life of unspoken desires.
Sounds of Rachmaninoff, Orff and Underground rhapsodies,
this was surely not the Age of Innocence. Dimmed lights, dripping candlelabra,
all added to the principles of lust with harnesses, handcuffs, lace and chains.
Partygoers were appropriatly and inappropriatly attired, circulating with
primeval grace. Poor isthe man whose pleasure depends on the permission of
another, we downed blood red wine and listened to Anitra's high pitched acceptance
to Prince Vlad, blessed by the unliving.
Donning my cape. See you next month in the Garden of Good and Evil.
EROTIC
VAMPIRE BALL
Out
There with Cubby, MIAMIGO Nov, '99
WHIP
ME SURE, BUT DON'T HANG ME.
The naughty and the bad congregated for the First Erotic Vampire
Ball at Le Caberet, with the highlight of the evening being the the performance
of Men Smash Atoms (a/k/a Nicodemus and Anitra).
However,
my exit was eccelerated after witnessing the hanging of a handsome young man
(described as suspension) where he was hung by hooks inserted in his back,
(I could never have that much fun). The media was out in full force, as this
event was a photo-op and three-ring circus combined. I jumped from ring to
ring since the music was hot, the performances pretty spectacular, and the
crowd worth watching. (The man who wore only a gag and a mesh jockstrap attracted
his own audience.)
Whippings, beatings, vampires, handcuffs, leather, fetishwear
and more. A perfectly frightful combination, perfect to spice up a Sunday
evening on South Beach. I overheard one gal say, "I don't understand it."
Her boyfriend/companion replied, "It doesn't matter. It's the vibe. You'll
never see anything like this again." Well maybe you will.
THE
FACES OF MEN SMASH ATOMS
by
Jorge Perez, MOVEMENT
MAGAZINE Sept '97
(Cover
story - Excerpt)
You might have seen them. You were dancing, putting the moves
on a target and slurping your drink and the flashing lights searching overhead
spot this couple with pale,white faces, dressed extravagantly - wrapped
in the weirdest threads you've ever seen. You probably stared at them from
head to toe, analyzing their moves around the club. After that you probably
turned your head and refocused on the task at hand - getting lucky. I admit,
I also have been in this predicament. But the second time I saw them, I
decided to approach them for a picture. I did not know what I was in for.
"I'ts just a picture" I thought. But with every step forward,
every inch closer, I was entering the world of Men Smash Atoms.
... If you've ever met worldly people, Nicodemus and Anitra
are it. They have travelled all over, absorbing infuences that shaped the
creation of their well known installations and subsequently, of performance
art itself. Although their act is anything but conventional, in the tradition
of creative performance artists their main goal is to promote the idea of
individualism and to abolish the fear of the unknown. In short, they challenge
conformity and try to increase awareness for individuals to accept creative
differences in a society geared toward cookie cutter life styles. As Anitra
plainly stated, 'no blocks on creativity'.
While Nicodemus mixes techno-dance beats, Anitra belts out opera.She
laces the hard edge techno with her delicate yet supple voice creating an
unusual contrast and drawing viewers closer - to enter their world
for just a moment. In this electronic age, where DJ's control the spotlight
and computers come together with man, the music of Men Smash Atoms has found
a place in this new evolution of sound
On stage, they deliver intricate performances, as they
take advantage of every aspect of a live show. Every detail is thought out,
from carefully orchestrating the lighting and laboriously designing the
costumes to adorningthe set with objects that the dancers can climb during
the show. For a recent performance they painted their bodies white from
head to toe,like bald aliens with a wicked Hellraiser look. Wrapped in a
thick net, they created the illusion of an embryo or cocoon. Unlike others,
Men Smash Atoms don't just perform, instead they encourage audience participation
and interaction.I
had a chance to see them perform recently. As the show began, four dancers
strapped with alien-like masks divided the world we know it from the world
of Men Smash Atoms. Nicodemus walked on stage and began to play his keyboard.
His white attire suddenly became blue as the filter in the lighting changed.
He was wearing a flashlight-like device around his neck and a helmet which
were the perfect metaphors for tools that would help the crowd through the
journey on which they were about to embark. Out of the shadows pops Anitra,
also dressed in white, she waved her hands (adorned with Freddy Kreuger-like
claws) over her face.
She spewed her sweet opera voice all over Nicodemus's cyber
dance sounds. The hypnotising melody that resulted, together with the sudden
mimed movements of the alien droids in front of them, created a performance
like no other I have ever seen.While some of the people in the audience
stepped back in shock, some danced with delight. Eventually they all became
relaxed and enjoyed the wild blend of styles so skillfully put together.
As the show came to an end, Nicodemus and Anitra abandoned the stage followed
by the aliens marching right behind them, military style, in a single file
line. The performance was a success. The
show was followed by a toast backstage and another in the VIP lounge with
the humans behind the masks and the two honorees of the evening. The night
was filled with celebration not only because of the show, but because as
I glimpsed at my still-hour-behind watch I realized that it was my birthday...
BERLIN
ATONAL FESTIVAL
by
Eva Mueller,
ZITTY MAGAZINE Oct 2000
Whizz,
bang, clatter, click.
The
masked man started the machines up on stage and primal beauty was called to
duty as the mutant electronic sounds, intense minimal graveyard lighting and
omnipresent fog seemed to cast a hypnotic spell over this cocky black-on-black
coutured crowd at the Metropole last Friday night. Men Smash Atoms gothic atmospherics
were revved up by a visceral body beat while Nicodemus unleashed a powerful
homage to Richard the third, his Elvis'y vampire presence soon engulfed by
Anitra's esoteric opera stylings (in Latin no less).
Suggesting more theater than band, I got the weird sensation
I was attending a kind of black mass, a delightful sexy medieval ritual that
pulls you into it's core of gravity and pisses you out all damp and satisfied,
reserrected and wanting more.
Possibly the next new thing after the next new thing,
these Atoms obviously love what they do and that's utterly infectious, exploding
the frosted glass of apathy I felt for some of the acts at this years Atonal.>