F E A T U R E S         T H O U G H T S         R E V I E W S         N E W S         e v e n t s         d i r e c t o r y Theo and the Skyscrapers at Metasin, May 5 By Shannon Ronan Theo at Metasin Photo by Kenyon Hopkin It's nearly midnight as the lovely Theo awaits her cue from the Skyscrapers. It's hard to believe she's the same pony-tailed woman seen backstage just an hour ago, relaxing with some Starbucks in a hoodie. No matter how many times I watch her take the same stage, she is always mesmerizing, a perfect punk rock picture painted with smudged make-up and tattoo ink. She is a tiny blonde thing in a tiny black dress with a voice taller than any of the towering Skyscrapers. She is confident and cool and she should be. The mixed crowd, used to resident DJs spinning strictly industrial and ebm at this hour, adored her from start to finish. Even those who started out just trying to get a good look up her skirt soon recognized her talent. Slinking around stage, sporting the trademark Karen O. gloves and shouting out abrasive vocals over thumping and incessant new wave-inspired, metal-kissed, rock 'n' roll, it's no surprise that Theo and the Skyscrapers have already drawn comparisons to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Blondie. Theo is working extra hard to break past her Lunachicks days and explode like a "volcano," leaving the rest in ashes. Published May 9, 2006   Perpetual Toxins © 2006-2008. All rights reserved. c o n t a c t s / c r e d i t s     c o n t r i b u t e