Class Actress: Sometimes We Dance Alone

Class Actress is like a secret, as if a piece of 1991 were kidnapped and today, finally rescued or the ransom, recently paid. Such is, because front woman, Elizabeth Harper makes you dance as if you’re celebrating the newly acquired freedom; as if head nods and shoulder sways kinetically and chemically produce champagne within the listener.

I haven’t been to many live music shows lately, my pockets urge me to inform you clearly as to the reasons, “go ‘head, tell ‘em,” they urge. I, not a fan of being goaded by compartmentations of apparel however, will not disclose the reasons as to why.

I will say, I saw Class Actress for the first time last month at a CMJ party in Williamsburg. Lady Harper left high-heeled boot prints on both my ears and heart. If Saved by the Bell were set in New York, she’d be our version of Kelly Kapowski. Her songs, like Depeche Mode tongue kissing a virginesque Madonna, are sexy, vivid synths playing laser tag to backdrops of clean and neatly programmed, electric drums. You can’t deny yourself motion once you hear it but there are also traces of melancholy and floating listlessness, that allow for intimate listening as well. So here you’ll understand why I still find the flexibility to kick myself in the chest for not purchasing her album then and there. In any event, I currently contend myself with the free MP3 of Careful What You Say from RCRDLBL and rewatching this video of Lady Harper posing for photographers Ewa Josefesson and Jonathan Hokklo at Catherine Slip Studios.