At a time when being a woman in dance music meant you were a big voice or an expressive face, Miss Kittin wasn’t much of either. In a 2002 live performance of Eurythmics’ “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This),” recorded at the Festival Internacional de Benicàssim in Valencia, Spain, the DJ, producer, and emcee—secret identity: Caroline Hervé—spends the better part of eight minutes dancing somewhat gawkily and adjusting her corset top, which keeps slipping down. When she does finally sing, it’s with none of Annie Lennox’s steely brio; her voice is thickly accented and at least a half-step flat. Manning the decks is the Hacker, Miss Kittin’s partner in crime, who flips the sawmill machinery of Dave Stewart’s production into ramshackle Miami bass. That they got away with it—at second billing on the second stage—makes them master con artists or one of the most influential electronic acts of their era.
Electroclash emerged in the long hangover of ’90s rave culture, and Miss Kittin was administering the IV fluids. Both she and the Hacker (aka Michel Amato) hailed from Grenoble, at the foot of the French Alps, where they picked up a shared taste for frigid Italo disco and icy new wave. “1982” was the commercial single from the duo’s debut EP, Champagne!, released on DJ Hell’s International DeeJay Gigolo label in 1998. Back then, Champagne! would’ve been filed under nü-electro, or neo-Italo, or maybe new new wave. The term “electroclash” wasn’t coined until a few years later, when Larry Tee threw the first Electroclash Festival at Williamsburg’s Luxx nightclub in the fall of 2001. It became a catchall for the performance-art antics of Peaches and Fischerspooner, DFA’s blocky dance-punk, and, later, whatever malfeasance Justice and the Ed Banger crew were cooking up. Which makes “1982” the rare genre-defining track that doesn’t sound very much like the genre it came to define.
There are exactly 82 words in the lyrics to “1982,” and at least a quarter are derived from the titles or lyrics of other songs: Visage’s “Fade to Gray,” New Order’s “Blue Monday” (a little anachronistic since “Blue Monday” came out in 1983, but isn’t misremembering half the fun?), Telex’s “Moskow Diskow,” “Tainted Love.” “I just can’t get enough,” Hervé remarks, in a tone that’s more I’ve actually had my fill, thanks, before the track lurches into an ersatz hi-NRG breakdown. “1982” belongs to the tradition of scene anthems that double as syllabi. Absent the lush melancholy of classic synth-pop, what Hervé and Amato had in common with their forbears was a spirit of innovation rooted in profound laziness. After all, New Order wrote “Blue Monday” as an encore they could play without actually being onstage.
For his part, Amato was a techno sophisticate masquerading as a party monster. His rakish minimalism placed “1982” closer in spirit to Detroit techno than the populist, flash-in-the-pan Eurodance being made on his own home continent. Each blip from his Korg MS-20 synthesizer resolves like an individual pixel on a rudimentary PC monitor, fitting for a track that dropped at the dawn of mass peer-to-peer file sharing. In the “1982” music video, which actually made it into rotation on German MTV, the words to the song are displayed on a Commodore CBM 8032. Supplanting the benevolent, porcelain-skinned overlords of Kraftwerk’s “The Robots,” our resident “robot man-machine” is played by Amato, with what appears to be a black nylon stocking stretched over his face. The imagined techno-utopia of the late ’70s and early ’80s was being compressed into a 1.33:1 present, hence why Hervé’s reminiscing never comes off all that rosy.
