"If my fantasy is to dress like a 12-year-old hooker and play with toy ponies, well, that's what Misty's there for." So says the super sharp mind behind the super slutty electro-vixen Misty Martinez. She's from Chicago, she used to be a stripper and, for the moment, that's all she's prepared to reveal about her true identity. Given the carnage of her recent mini-tour of Europe with male Californian counterpart Gold Chains--leaving skinheads bleeding in Germany and Rastas shell-shocked in France--it's probably just as well. "What I try to do with Misty is create a fantasy world, where she can act however she wants without repercussion. The other day I smashed open a pink pony pinata full of raw chicken gizzards at a venue full of vegan dykes. I got a few gasps for that." With that level of dedication to performance, the music might come a very poor second on Misty's list of priorities. True, her bitchslappin' beats are bargain basement and her vocals Karaoke-crude, but each surreal, sexed-up electro-banger is equal in bust and balls to anything that Peaches and Miss Kittin can muster. "Misty Martinez isn't necessarily trying to prove anything," says her anonymous alter ego, "but she's good at challenging notions of what's appropriate as far as sexual expression goes. Men say they want to see a hot chick being all wild, but when she's in their faces they can't handle it." -Callum McGeoch