Source: Deborah
Harry Index of Galleries
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out of context, it would seem justifiable to consider
the trite meaningless examples of the media saturated, current flavor,
trendy ranks.
adored by most, abhorred by few.
what a pathetic fallacy.
catchy phrases like legend, icon, diva are blurted out
with careless abandon and are sadly rendered a shallow new meaning.
this interest is seemingly applicable to these contrived
clichéd people who impose on our consciousness…
safe, hopelessly choreographed, state-of-the-art, prefab,
poseur parody…contribution? yeah right, check back in, say, twenty-five
years? ten minutes?...
enter one debbie harry through ambient distortion mingles
seductively among us personifying burroughs’ meanderings and serving as
a superb counterbalance by rejecting defunct mainstream ideology.
these angst-ridden narratives executed with point blank
nyc swagger and grace are veiled with anti-marilyn sentiment.
classics like x-offender, rip her to shreds, sunday girl,
union city, shala explore far beyond its girl group referencing and pent
up mosaic sexuality.
they totter inadvertently in live show succession.
the dense contrast rests solely on the band’s ability
to translate the intangible with multi-dimensional beauty.
origins hint of debbie’s decades old dream state reality
of
mathematical equations, articulating exuberant colliding
passages....