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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.>