Now this ‘act’ is completely unparalleled. Firstly, when I say ‘act’, I am observing the fact that a performance by Quintron & Miss Pussycat encompasses enough to be a whole lot more of an act than your average set: dramatic body movements, aesthetically pleasurable mis-en-scene in the shape of custom built musical machinery, fiendish visages, colourful costume and plenty more of them kind of fruits. As soon as the performance begins, you will no doubt be enlightened as to whether the scenes and all the acts that they compromise are something you’re going to demand an encore for. I couldn’t quite possibly imagine Quintron & Miss Pussycat as being something you can develop a taste for. You’ll either lack any enjoyment, or on the other hand jacitate tremendously and feel enraptured at your exhaustion the moment it all ends.
…this young maestro has developed his very own synthesiser: an analog, rotating device controlled by light, that he has patented the “Drum Buddy”.
What you can expect to hear is something like a glamourous disco project; a rare success in combining psychedelia, rock n’ roll and party-pop to produce a defined, unique and polished sound that doesn’t suffer from a drop into the mundane and ‘same old, same old’. This is all a result of Quintron’s master in customising a bilateral Hammond/Rhodes organ to function as the basis of his equipment. Then, if that isn’t enough, this young maestro has developed his very own synthesiser: an analog, rotating device controlled by light, that he has patented the “Drum Buddy”.
…enough to make you fornicate (unprotected), shout blasphemy (at a priest) and probably convert to some cajoling cajun cult.
I’m not sure if this lot are actually from New Orleans, but it is a certitude that they are based there permanently. How evident this is in their sound. That sweet Franco-Catholic organ sound in “Witch In The Club” is enough to make you fornicate (unprotected), shout blasphemy (at a priest) and probably convert to some cajoling cajun cult. Both Quintron & Miss Pussycat are salopes in song — with stimulating party perfect vocals that never faltered, even at the hottest parts of the set. Thanks to an all loving crowd, Quintron decided to spend a song amongst us; despite a good few chokes from some tugs on his cravate, he didn’t once stop dancing, singing and handing us the microphone for some answers to Miss Pussycat’s in song questions.
Dance music is ever so disparate, and as a result there are many vivacious circuits and genres with their own form and style. However, Quintron & Miss Pussycat’s show takes on so many more attributes than most genres, and for that I feel it deserves to be champion of them all. With a tantalising twin of musical ingenuity and an allurement to shake your organs to the organ — you have the paramount of parties for your Saturday night.
Yes, they most certainly got their encore.