My favourite group of the mid 90s were the antithesis of Britpop, which was alright with me.
Sukia came out of Silverlake with a vaguely sinister vibe, a clutch-bag of odd samples and a whole other set of references, many from Mexican-American and Italian trash culture. Their 1997 single The Dream Machine is a jump-up staple.
They visited London and played a gig Upstairs At The Garage. This was chaotic, perplexing and fantastic fun. Then, as far as I knew, they disappeared, leaving behind the superb album Contacto Espacial con el Tercer Sexo.
While looking around Youtube I found this clip of them playing the song in Ojai…last week! Sukia lives…and they’re as weird as ever (watch out for the lone dancer doing her thing):
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