Ask electro-ites who brought the genre back and they'll tell you it was Felix da Housecat with his 2002 album "Thee Kittenz & Thee Gliz." Actually, though, a year earlier waify Tiga whizzed past confused electronic music fans in an androgynous blaze of lip-glossed glory with his "Montreal Mixed Emotions" release. It didn't make the dent it deserved--likely because it was just a mix--but it was one of the first compilations of the new century to focus so heavily on true-form electro. Tiga's sassy beats just make sense coming from such an eccentric--then again, Montreal never spits out anything short of fabulous.
“I live it up for your sins,” declares double-breasted funslinger Tiga, sporting an enviable dance-tan while speaking from his perch atop historic Canada Mountain. With the release of his debut LP Sexor, the amuscled vibechild captures the way of the world through the eyes of a young dove growing ever manward.
Loosely based on the youth of storied mer-cavalier Sexor, who first visited Tiga on a boat in a dream of love, the album is replete with rich tempos and earnest hunkyard crooning. “It is like gazing into a well-wipen’d mirrorman and witnessing the shackles of Vanity clawed away by lean, ghettoed cougars,” says the mercurial marshal of the Partyman’s Ball.
Sexor also draws inspiration from the intense wine sculptures of Dick Goblin, exuding an urgent, ineffable Grind’Amour worth fighting for. “I’ve put my time in with the Struggle Machine, endured the gossips of rival biplane owners. Fairs and Lairs! They will have to let me administer the night as I see fit!”
“You have asked me for the gift of flight, and I acquiesce. Now soar by the wings of your ears and know that Love is the face of my tumbler’s heart.”