by LORRAINE CARPENTER

If Robin Black and his intergalactic rock machine don’t float your U-boat, Toronto’s other glam offensive is set to strike Montreal this weekend. Kai and Pussy Willow are Universal Love Attack, a candy-coloured tech-rock assault of “music for generation Playstation,” as heard on the duo’s debut disc, Weapons of Mass Construction. The couple, who married on April Fool’s Day, have years of experience in music, acting and erotic painting between them and now they’re ready to take their “neon voyage” overground. The Mirror sought out the space invaders for a talk about penis bonding, live porno and pretend pop.

Mirror: On your Web site and bio, you guys proudly display the big-up you got from the guy who signed ’NSync. Do you like the “dirty pop” then?

Kai: I don’t think that music is actually real, but I like the fact that he likes us ’cause it means that we can reach the mainstream. It should be us instead of Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera. It would be better for kids to be influenced by what we’re into, and we’re showing them that two people can actually be in love and be dirty but be monogamous, and it’s a cool thing to be.

M: But mainstream equals U.S. Do you think misreadings of your name and album title could screw you at the border?

K: Yeah, we’ve thought about that, but America probably isn’t ready for us anyway. I really wanna go to Japan. Our look and our sound and our sci-fi video-game influence would make more sense in Tokyo.

M: What’s the deal with your shows? The pictures look, well—

Pussy Willow: It gets pretty crazy, considering we’re only two people. It’s a bit like a magic act.

K: Especially when I saw her in half! It really is a love attack, sort of like a porno, but with love and passion and lunacy.

M: How is it like porno?

K: Well, we’re pretty dirty on stage, you know, we like feeling each other up.

M: Has that ever caused problems?

K: Actually, Pussy Willow used to come up on stage for part of the act with my old band, and we had some oral sex happening one night, that caused problems. There were big label guys up from the States, and there I am thinking, “Oh my God, we’re gonna get a million dollars, let’s just go crazy!” and as soon as it went in her mouth, they just walked out. But it made for some good stories around the city.

I used to strip on stage too. I did a song once, just solo with an acoustic guitar, and I decided to take everything off, except my boots. I just had to know what it felt like to do something that stupid, and the reaction was exactly what I anticipated—jaws hit the floor. I remember one guy actually coming up to me afterwards saying, “Yeah, mine’s about that size, now I don’t feel so bad.” :

At Club Saphir’s Dark Wave Night with
DJ Mr. Black on Friday, Dec. 6, 10pm, $5

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