Miss Kittin is celebrating a newly released EP, All You Need, that whirs in typical fashion around a banging electro IED that blows up every time she opens her mouth to coo or cuss. She’s never quite been able to shake off the electroclash yoke she was fitted with a decade ago (remember “Frank Sinatra”? Shit, remember electroclash?), but the French DJ still has charisma like a carpenter has nails, and might even find another gear in this Gaga-fied era of fembot dancefloor operators who seduce with attitude and electro break amplification. In short, Kittin never got declawed.
Fri., Jan. 21, 10 p.m., 2011