The room goes dark with the first note of a heavy bass line. A figure moves across the stage, and the crowd screams in anticipation. As the lights begin to brighten, you look out at a vast arena peppered with acid-wash denim and leather jackets. Each fan begins to move in time with the music, an undulating sea of crimped hair and scrunchies. A single spotlight suddenly lights the figure on stage, and she begins to sing. Cheers and chanting become a 50,000-part harmony, a complementing melody to a song that you know, in your gut, was written for you, and you alone. It’s 1987, and Primo is your favorite alien pop-star.
Written and Recorded by Primo the Alien
Mixed and Mastered by Richard Rusincovitch