GENE GENIUS

HAIR GEL froths and out come the Goths. Camden Palace and the Ugly Bugs Ball are graced by a bevy of beauties exposing trim Madonna midriffs to the elements and the elephants in the vicinity of the bar. 

The more blasé make Gene Loves Jezebel enthusiasts pay no heed to the delectable distractions at the rear, preferring to sweat it out by the stage, happily wading through an early set repertoire culled largely from the Aston’s new maxi-platter, ‘Immigrant,’ patiently waiting for the old favourites to come along to which they can wave defiant fists with gay (well, camp at least) abandon. 

I keep getting twins Jay and Mike confused; the one blond, the other jet black (in keeping with Goth chic), one with eeky-squeaky voice, the other not. Whoever’s who, jet-black hacks at his guitar while the blond goes through his tai chi routine, a slow-motion Baloo cavorting near-gracefully for the assembled hairstyles. 

With the media in general closing eyes and hoping they’ll go away, the Jezebels are digging in their heels, tugging away with the assistance of a quite sizeable following. 
 
 
 

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