by LORRAINE CARPENTER

They're electro, they're cute, they're occasionally fried and they've found their place among Berlin's sprawling cast of synthpunks and jackass performers. Albuquerque-born Nicole Morier joined Berlin's "infamous" rockabilly band, Golden Showers, three years ago. Around the same time, Viennese boho Mia Dime wandered into town with thoughts of forming an all-girl band. The pair found each other, started playing basements and art galleries and banged out a mini-album, A Tribute to Your Taste, discussing Electra complexes, chubby boys and sugar over dirty electro beats and rockin' riffs. The Mirror spoke to the Electrocuties about secret machines, sketchy driving and dethroning Gonzales.

Mirror: So I've heard your mini-album -

Mia Dime: Mini-album? You mean mini music for midgets, for a mini CD player in a mini house and you can have mini sex to it?

M: Or you could call it an EP. But I'm wondering about your live show.

MD: We sing, we play the tambourine, maracas, xylophone, and there's a live guitar.

Nicole Morier: Nobody plays it, it's just alive. No, actually, I play it and Mia plays the sampler and we have a secret machine that plays the rest of the music so we don't have to have our heads stuck in a synthesizer.

M: I've read a few things about your show, but -

MD: Forget everything you read, it's much worse and more violent, more bloody and more extroverted. If you make boring music, then you should have a boring show, but we do what our music calls for, which is basically crazy rock 'n' roll insanity.

M: How about the theatrical element?

NM: It's not a fucking Shakespeare play! We just play songs and we dress up 'cause it's fun.

MD: And we roll around.

NM: We do what feels good, it's not gimmicks.

MD: We don't have to cover up the music with confetti or lightning effects.

M: No pyro?

NM: No, but pyrotechnics are always great. What really scares me is when I start to clap my hands above my head and then everybody does it. I don't really want this control over the audience.

MD: But we don't do dat!

NM: We don't do it on purpose, it's all a big accident.

MD: We wrecked a car recently in England!

M: Um, yeah?

NM: It was horrible - we missed a show! We made a U-turn, a taxi hit us, then the car went on fire but it didn't explode.

MD: Cars don't explode like in the movies, it's not true.

NM: But don't let us drive, really, please.

MD: Make a message for the club to pick us up from the airport. That's our dream in life, it's our highest goal. When we're picked up from the airports, we'll know we're successful.

M: I've got to ask, is Chilly Gonzales still the president of the Berlin underground?

NM & MD in unison: No!

NM: He never was!

MD: Chilly went to Paris, he's the king of Paris now. I think we took his place, we're the queens of Berlin.

NM: It's girls' time! This next century belongs to women - girls are gonna rule.

MD: Men can still carry our stuff though. Maybe Chilly can be our roadie.

With Peaches and the World Provider at
Club Soda on Wednesday, Oct. 8, 9pm, $20

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