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New York - Psychic TV

Oops, we've been so consumed with daily goings on we almost forgot to tell you about being barked at by our favorite post-industrial ladyman Tuesday night. PTV3, the most recent version of Genesis P-Orridge's Psychic TV just finished up a five-night residency at Galapagos in Brooklyn. While we'd long ago sworn off having anything to do with that goth-ridden, overpriced "art space" we decided to cash in our cred chips for a glimpse at PTV's new material and Genesis's new set of hooters.

If you've been out of the loop, Genesis and his wife Lady Jaye Breyer have spent the past decade undergoing various plastic surgeries to make themselves physically identical, thereby creating a third "pandrogynous" person-thing called Breyer P-Orridge. The latest round of alterations included chin and cheek implants to help give Lady Jaye's face that smushed-cartoon-frog charm of her husband's, and a pair of bigger tits and lips for him. So far he still looks like Jaws disguised as a suburban housewife, but they've got all the time in the world.

Here's a quick shot of his new rack, courtesy of PTV's tour visuals. They also had a loop with somebody's eyeball being sliced open for surgery, but it was actually kind of tame. (It still caused an unreasonable amount of gasping for a crowd there to see an artist who cut his teeth spraying blood and milk out of his ass onstage.) Genesis is also going to be one of the guests on this week's taping of Soft Focus, so maybe we'll finally find out what's going to happen with he and Jaye once they finally make it down to their genitals. There was another vid in which Lady Jaye dressed as a dominatrix bound and toyed with an obese dude--this one kind of sucked until the end, when she got back in her street clothes to leave and the video sped up to show him chained to the bed for hours before discovery.

Oh yeah, and the devil showed up for a bit. Man, what fucking happened to noise fans? Wasn't the whole point of Throbbing Gristle to wrest the avant-garde away from the nerds? It was like being in a closed-air Renn Fest.

PS: Being inundated with the little triple-cross dealie on all the screens between songs finally led us to get off our asses and figure out who ripped off whose logo, PTV or Husker Du. Turns out it was just a coincidence. Lame.