Just ask LaTour: People are still having sex. In the clubs, though, 12-minute blissouts fade into each other, triggering lustful energy only in speaker-hugging pill-poppers eager to embrace something, someone, anyone. Out at Club Luxx, Larry Tee and the assorted wind-up dolls of the electroclash debacle have been doing somewhat better on the raunch-o-meter, understanding that the banging of industrial, mechanized sound actually bears some resemblance to, you know, actual banging. But still, it's hard to fuck when your artful coif demands so much attention. That leaves the nerds, the outsiders, and the outcasts to do the dirtiest business, and so is born the new dance-friendly... More >>>