While most of London’s cool music fans headed to the ICA to catch MGMT I said, “Stuff those Brooklynites with their headbands and their Klaxons-aping video, I’m going to KoKo in Camden where I can pretend I’m in a teen soap along with 1500 indie kids, old dudes and dykes.”

While most of London’s cool music fans headed to the ICA to catch MGMT I said, “Stuff those Brooklynites with their headbands and their Klaxons-aping video, I’m going to KoKo in Camden where I can pretend I’m in a teen soap along with 1500 indie kids, old dudes and dykes.”

Last night my friends, I went to see the adorable Tegan and Sara, also known as the identical, lesbian twin sisters The White Stripes like to cover.

They’re fizzy, oestrogen-charged synth-pop is a total guilty pleasure. And they’re really funny to boot. Take Sara’s monologue about sharing a womb with Tegan and how when Tegan popped out first and left her in there for eight minutes more it was a blissful moment to starfish and spread out and how this thusly effects her relationships when a girlfriend leaves her bed and she’s all “Ahhh! Space!”

Or Tegan calling Sara the meal ticket because she was the one who wrote the classic Walking With A Ghost “the only song mainstream radio likes to acknowledge”. (Listen to The Rentals remix here)

I hung out with them a couple of weeks ago and we talked about being sexualized by their audience.

Tegan: There’s two misconceptions that because we’re women and we’re queer everyone thinks our audiences are full of lesbians and they’re all sitting cross-legged starring at us, drinking tea, but really our audience is quite mixed. We’re candid and sincere and they feel comfortable to do the same, but they’re doing it in an audience with 1000 other people and throw alcohol into it and all of a sudden they’re like: “I LOVE YOU! I LAY IN BED AND I THINK ABOUT YOU AT NIGHT!!!!” And you’re like, “Okay! Relax!”

We assume because they’re women that they won’t be the same as men cat calling, but in a weird way the men are more respectful because there’s a societal boundary that’s been set since birth that men cannot scream and yell at women in that way unless they’re barbarians. With women there’s no boundary. So it’s like: “I WANT TO FUCK YOU!” and bras get thrown on stage!

Plus there’s something about my sister Sara being onstage and bras being thrown up – we’re both embarrassed and our stage tech Al runs out onstage grabs the bra and is like “UGH!” And we all act disgusted. Like the only way we can exist with eleven men and us is it’s like we’re Barbies under our clothes.

Me: There’s no sexual parts, just round mounds.

Sara: That’s how I think of the boys when we’re in our bunks at night – they’re just round underneath there…

Me: There’s no morning wood.

Sara: What’s that?

Me: When a guy wakes up and his penis is erect which it usually is.

Sara: MORNING WOOD! See that is a term I didn’t even know! So thanks a lot.

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