Holy Hercules!

That's all I can say after a night of Electronic Beats in the Postbahnhof. Boys screaming like girls and girls wanting to be boys for a night. Fashionable dress-up parties mingled with the audio nerds. Stamping feet (high heels or not), clapping hands, good old moshpits, non-stop dancing and even some stage-diving from the Electroclash queen herself. For me, an unseen event in Berlin until now.

Santogold, the well-known upcoming star, mesmerized every single person in the venue. With two golden elastic-girls breakdancing on her side (WOW!), the NY singer made the night really start. Munk, the Munich band, had already performed and even though the four bandmembers had done their act, they were completely blown away by the following act. Santogold was hot. Her songs definitely reminded me of M.I.A. (with whom she toured) and her style clearly shows her punk background of Stiffed, but Santi White (her real name) has created her own original sound by producing with the Strokes, Lilly Allen, N.E.R.D. and many others. One should definitely keep an eye on her, as she is more than an equal opponent of the contemporary diva's.

After a short pause to regain our breaths, the next act was introduced by a girl with a blue face in a cute/ridiculous dress wearing a red teddybear head-hat. Jumping on stage like a ten year old, she was exactly what the crowd needed. More, more, more. After being pumped by a sing-a-long party song, we finally exclaimed the words.
We want Peaches. We want Peaches. We want Peaches.

And then it started. The band, disguised in Lucha Libre masks, made its entrance. Running around as winners, they prepared the stage for their herm mom. But her readiness to perform surprised us all. She didn't need any warming-up. She was ready! Kicking off with the hiphopish part of her repetoire, she was still wearing her strawberry outfit. Breakdancing with her legs wide. But the longer she played, the more of her outfit seemed to vanish. And once she removed her wrestling mask, the true identity of the former elementary school teacher was revealed. The rockstar appeared with a Venecian golden face with matching Blockhead. Naughty looks combined with dirty lyrics, a powerful appearance and sexy outfits. That's all we wanted.
But we received more. We got some balls. Or more explicit, one lit ball or clitoris, it depends on what your preference is. A light on her crotch, worn over her skincoloured catsuit .... And as she started to Fuck the Pain Away the crowd finally came.

Along with some trembling movements, the audience was trying to regain its German reserved dignity. But it was 1.30 am and it was too late. Hercules and the Love Affair were ready for some booty shakin'. Some mixed funk and techno tunes were introduced only to be taken over by 2008 disco. The band of eight projected so much fun that we couldn't hide our Saturday Night Fever movements. And transgenderism continued. Girls who are boys who like boys to be girls. But let's not forget the brass section, which blew us all away. Voices and instruments mingled until nothing could be recognized as an original sound. It was one long funky set, without a pause. And the Dutchie went wild: heavy breathing, WiLd dancing, coughing. I definitely heard a Whoohooo, but it was too late to run for cover, fatherfucker!