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Review: Chocolate City, Lakota
My waves of emotion at seeing Chocolate City pop up on my Facebook feed ranged from: initial hysteria, a spell of erotic intrigue, and then questions of race and gender politics. I clicked ‘attending’ as a joke. Imagine my shock when a few days later I was asked to review the event. An internal battle raged inside – moral high ground versus party-drenched mystery men.
I decided to go, with an open mind, which turned out to be well-needed at this most crude and hilarious of events. A couple of Dutch courage Pipe Dreams beforehand and we arrived to the sweet sounds of R.Kelly. True to the lyrics, I don’t think anyone in the room that night saw anything wrong with a little bump’n’grind.
I’ll get on to the men in a second but first, let’s talk about the music. A down and dutty wine-tastic mix of smooth r’n’b, bass heavy chart toppers and some classic bashment and dancehall. So good that at points I was too busy getting low to remember the reason why we were all really there – which made it all the more surreal to suddenly find yourself face to face with a fully naked man, on the loose in Lakota.
Which brings me to the men. What can I say? Firstly I’d like to congratulate all five of them on their obvious dedication to looking THAT good. It must be hard work, but, judging by the furiously lusty crowd of women, it pays off. Whipped cream, soldier uniforms and carefully placed Jamaican flags were all weapons used to tease, until the big guns came out. And when I say big, I mean MONUMENTALLY HUGE.
These boys knew how to dance, and had moves to make even the filthiest of us blush. I’ve got to admit, I don’t think I was quite prepared for how explicit the show would actually be. The finale was pretty much an on stage orgy that left me feeling as if I was in the midst of some hedonistic Bacchanalia; a mob of women totally consumed in a man eating frenzy. But there was an overwhelmingly fun atmosphere and a fiery female energy that made the night highly, highly enjoyable.
If I had to sum up the evening, I’ll take it back to the immortal words of R Kelly: My mind’s telling me no, but my body’s telling me yes. YES.
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