þ7#éžé     . NNNN X bb ‚xNú @*j @0@@j4@@@@@@hed: TrippinÕ dek: Is Knoxville ready for Lords of Acid? WHO: Lords of Acid, with DINK WHERE: Electric Ballroom WHEN: Friday, Feb. 10, 9 p.m. HOW MUCH: Call 656-4444 for ticket info by Bootrus Bootrus-Golly ZOOOOOOM!! ÒWhat was that?Ó ÒIt was a dance trend, man.Ó ÒWhich one?Ó ÒHouse. No, wait, it was Deep House. It might have been Acid House. On second thought, I think it was Techno. IÕm not sure.Ó DonÕt worry about it. Dance fads come and dance fads go, likewise the sounds that power them. Lords of Acid hail from Belgium, and have been setting bodies and booties in motion since Õ88. The Lords transcend club trends because they can simultaneously embrace a fad and defy it by using it as a vehicle for something larger. ÒTechno-punk is the only way I can describe Lords of Acid,Ó says vocalist Ruth McCardle (a.k.a. Lady Galore), sounding just a bit like Diana Rigg undercover in Manchester. ÒItÕs got that techno beat, definitely butÑindustrial, punk, reggaeÑitÕs all in there.Ó If anybodyÕs qualified to tag a techno beat, it would be McCardle, or any one of the Lords for that matter. They helped tip the world to techno seven years ago with their wildfire club single ÒI Sit on AcidÓ. The Lords formed to recreate the Belgian ÒNew BeatÓ sound that came from punk and dance singles played at the wrong speed. Voodoo-U, their latest, brings the manic techno arrhythmic heart-bass-thump up to date. But that ainÕt all it does. Lords of Acid have the potential to act as the same kind of catalyst for anarchy that Crass and the Pistols did before them. The difference is that if the youth ever take to the streets chasing change after a Lords concert, they wonÕt be leathered and armed with broken bottles. TheyÕll be naked and sweaty. ÒMy flesh is your flesh/but your tongue is mine. Use it to enter/my love-hungry shrine,Ó McCardle spits like tacks in ÒDo What You Wanna Do.Ó She can croon and coo with the best of the club divas, but when the guitars and synthetic sawblades hit hardwood, McCardle swings with them, bustinÕ rhymes that draw blood. Or at least sweat. ÒThereÕs a pleasure to shocking that the Lords really like, yÕknow?Ó says McCardle. ÒEverybodyÕs so uptight these days. We say, ÔCome on, let your hair down!Õ ItÕs only sex, for ChristÕs sake. Everybody does it. In Tennessee, who knows? Maybe IÕll be arrested. ÒAmerican (the LordsÕ new label) has been very good about letting us do what we want. Though, there was one song called ÔWet DreamsÕ that got rejected. It was just too rude, so we had to edit it. Now itÕs a bit more instrumental. I think itÕs going to be a killer on the club scene, because itÕs really, really dirty. ÒBut itÕs all in good fun. Our philosophy on drugs is, ÔEverything in moderation.Õ You can be addicted to anything, even sex. If thereÕs a hole in your life, youÕre going to fill it. And if you fill it with drugs, thatÕs not too great.Ó Drugs like, well, acid and ecstasy are often associated with techno because of the already passŽ rave scene. Raves were (and sometimes still are) renegade dance parties where the young and young at heart would trip and techno-twirl themselves into a collectively conscious paisley parade. They were good fun, according to some, but they made non-attendees nervous. But chemically altered youngsters, dancing to music that the formerly young donÕt like, have always made the elders antsy. Lords of Acid are the last bastion of Syd BarrettÕs vision. Their sound is a psychedelic V-8, injected with a nitrous oxide beat that cannot be ignored. Voodoo-U could make dead laboratory rats pogo all the way to nirvana. Now, if you heard the joke about the guitar tech on the MC Hammer tour who didnÕt have anything to do, youÕre probably wondering what a concert by this ÒturntableÓ band is going to be like. McCardle opines that it just might be more than you can handle. ÒWeÕve been rehearsing so hard, you just wouldnÕt believe it,Ó she says. ÒMusically, weÕre tighter than a mermaidÕs brassiere. WeÕre a crossover band, really, and we want to give everybody the best of both worlds.Ó McCardle refers to her bandmates by their instruments, but presumably she knows their names. ÒThe keyboard player (Shai De La Luna) is just so on it. The guitar player (Erhan) is out of this world, very sexy indeed. The girls are going to go crazy, thatÕs all I can say. The drummer (McGuinnes) is an animal. HeÕs nothing but hair and arms and flying sticks. The bass player (Lord T. Byron) is often too much. He likes to experiment on-stage. ÒYouÕve heard the records. 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