Walk on Gilded Splinters

Marie Laveau the First, celebrated Nawlinze voodoo queen, returns to Gotham after a 113-year sleep in deepest, darkest Africa. Her earliest stop is at a Harlem soul kitchen recommended by the Spirits. The Last Great American Witch needs to revive her two-headed practice, but first of all, a sister's gotta eat. She finds her alternate universe somewhat altered but still hip in essentials—namely a perfectly pitched jukebox featuring selections from this strange, wondrous new era's most avant-garde sonic conjurewomen: Joi, Kelis, and Meshell Ndégeocello. MamzelleMarie awaits her plate of hoppin' John and macaroni and cheese, shimmying and shaking involuntarily such that her signature four-point tignonhead wrap threatens to topple. She is a host enlivened by these, her musical descendants, heartened by how they invoke the Mysteries in their arrangements. Joi Gilliam-Gipp covers Saint Chaka's "I'm a Woman," and it ain't just a womanist manifesto but a stone-cold hoodoo, too. Joi's sexy ass makes the deathless Mamanwanna groove, bang, and jive around.

The Queen recalls a 1972 Stones tome, wherein writer Robert Greenfield described Keith Richards and Anita Pallenberg as the "undisputed king and queen of funk and inner space." Greenfield might have been more aptly describing their heirs in crunk—Big Gipp (of Goodie Mob) and Joi Gilliam-Gipp. The royal couple of the Dirty South maintain a complementary balance in their relationship, despite residence in a protean, edgy, gypsy-like world of their own creation. In a time when even Madonna seems to partake in a squeaky-clean pop marriage, the Gipps keep it real as icons of American Badass. Recent Gipp days have yielded the Stanklove tour and the current fine Dungeon Family album. Now it's the Lady Gipp's turn to shine. Joi, a/k/a Star Kitty, a Southern belle Amazon born and bred in the country bastion of Nashville, displays her Dixie-fried outlaw manners by going about in transparent mesh tops, fur muffs, tie-dyed stiletto heels, and (sometimes) a mullet. Our groovy Georgia peach returns with Star Kitty's Revenge, the third installment in a saga that began with 1994's Pendulum Vibe and 1996's much bootlegged Amoeba Cleansing Syndrome. Like Sweet Sweetback, she's back to kick lyrical ass and take names. Like her kozmic predecessor on the one, the Star Child, she's a millennial Prometheus bringing light to the Mass.

Rockbitch Joi arrives like a succubus inspiring not nightmares but wet dreams. She could have single-handedly obsessed an entire salon of gilded-age decadents with her trickster sensuality and razor-sharp ideas (where's the now John Singer Sargent, influenced equally by Aubrey Beardsley and Pedro Bell, to immortalize her in portrait form for the Met?). Dig: Whether or not Joi's explicitly recognized as a rocker, her energy and aesthetic is the likeliest boon for chick fans of the genre. With Star Kitty's Revenge, you can exhale.

Georgia Rockbitch Peach Joi Gilliam-Gipp
photo: Marc Baptiste
Georgia Rockbitch Peach Joi Gilliam-Gipp

Marie Laveau is not a fan of the feminine voice in the rock-pop continuum, bar a few exceptions: Janis, Letta Mbulu, Laura Nyro, Lydia Pense, Betty Davis, Stevie Nicks, Aisha Kahlil, Boy George, Jennifer Herrema, Caron Wheeler, Dionne Farris, Res. Along with this litany's latter three sistagirl fairy godmothers, Joi is a fleet-footed herald of a golden age for black rock chick expression. On first encounter, Joi seemed the sepia doppelgänger of Royal Trux's Jennifer Herrema—both are long and lean, provocative enough to catch Stephen Meisel's eye for the early-'90s cK One campaigns, possess an inimitable sartorial style, and important, have thrived socially and artistically in live-work relationships with "alternative" icons (Gipp and Neil Hagerty, respectively). Upon further reflection, Joi appears also to be the disciple of trash titaness Millie Jackson and too-long-forgotten Betty Davis—the Nasty Gal can almost be construed as the invisible Charley Patton to Joi's Robert Johnson. Stepping toe-to-toe with trifling men of her era in silver thigh-high platform boots, Sister Betty was too much even for her ex, Miles Davis. Today, with such forthrightly sensual songs as "Lick," "Crave," and the Bootsy-spawned "Munchies for Your Love," Joi fulfills the same function. She's a Witch With Attitude. And she ensures her spell's triumph by fostering the next generation of bitch divas: Daughter Keypsiia Bluedaydreamer closes the album.

Although Joi sounds like a superheroine, recollect that she must also suffer the petty quotidian plaints of Maman's hairdressing/hoodoo clientele. Still, she is a culture heroine with a genre-bending mojo untamed even by famed producers Dallas Austin and Organized Noize, her range expansive enough to extol space-age playas ("Techno Pimp"), wrestle with vice ("17 Inches of Snow"), and eulogize her NFL hero father ("Jefferson St. Joe"). All that stands in her way are everyday blues and the multiple jeopardy that plagues all women of color. Joi's gift is how she uses her art to circumvent that ever present reality of being at the bottom of the barrel. On "It's Your Life," faced with the hard bop that it takes "nine damn months to make you [but] it only take one second to take you out," the Star Kitty's call to arms against conformity is: Shake what ya mama gave you.

If Joi has returned to fly the flag of freaky-deke, then she's got Kelis and Meshell Ndégeocello flanking her on her crusade. By Southland estimation, Harlem-dwelling Kelis would be Joi's bratty cousin—dat kaleidoscope-haired gal who lives down the red dirt road a piece in a trailer with mirror ball and zebra-skin decor. She digs Black Bottom anthems of the "Lemme See Your Tootsee Roll" variety, the audio archiving of the Neptunes, and monster truck shows. That's the picture presented by Wanderland, out since last fall as a Virgin import and supposedly due out eventually in some form or other under the Neptunes' Star Trak imprint here. The video for "Young, Fresh n' New" renders Kelis a 21st-century Pied Piper of Hamelin, urging multi-hued youths with Technicolor hair to hop aboard her truck emblazoned with flame decals, and "run away from home!" The angry young woman of her debut now spurns a "Popular Thug" and seconds Cuz Joi's "You're a Whore" emotions on the heated "Get Even." Kelis is a vainglorious digital diva, promoting flight, freakout, and "electric love" through an extended symphony of sinuous beats and blips.

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