Welp. Can’t say Maya doesn’t go for it here — pretty sure that’s Suicide’s Martin Rev himself bashing the keyboards while an army of M.I.A. lookalikes pout and preen through the most atonal and hostile tune on her remarkably atonal and hostile new record. This is pretty much as out-there as late-night TV gets. Is it visually fascinating and vastly amusing? Sure. Is it good? I’d like to give Letterman himself the final word on that — there should be a permanent box in the corner of the screen during every musical guest just monitoring his reactions. Because the only thing more punk-rock than this performance would be Dave giving it the gas face as it happens.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on July 14, 2010