{"id":14398,"date":"2016-06-02T15:23:39","date_gmt":"2016-06-02T19:23:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/?p=14398"},"modified":"2018-08-09T17:10:06","modified_gmt":"2018-08-09T21:10:06","slug":"daftpunkonlynoise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/daftpunkonlynoise\/","title":{"rendered":"ONLY NOISE: French Touch Me – A Love Letter To Daft Punk"},"content":{"rendered":"

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There is a fetish for everything.\u00a0 Balloons.\u00a0 Urine.\u00a0 My Little Pony<\/i>.\u00a0 Robots.\u00a0 Uncertain of the latter\u2019s existence, I confirmed my suspicion via google.\u00a0 Sure enough, sexbots, cyborg fantasies, AI cosplay…all real things.\u00a0 And why wouldn\u2019t they be?\u00a0 Films like Simone<\/i>, Her, <\/i>and Ex Machina, <\/i>to name a few, <\/i>have <\/i>all addressed bot-positive love; the bond between man and machine.\u00a0 It\u2019s only natural.\u00a0 At the end of the day it\u2019s no shocker that a niche of the fetish community is reserved for Bicentennial Man\u2019s nuts and bolts, but I was dismayed by two things during my research: 1) That the robot erotica community somehow missed the opportunity to coin the phrase \u201cRobotica,\u201d (which turns out to be a journal of the International Federation of Robotics<\/a>) and 2) that there was no specific group dedicated to the ultimate robots, the droids that stole my heart: Daft Punk.<\/p>\n

Are they not the sexiest bots<\/a> to grace this planet?\u00a0 Their helmets, so<\/i> shiny, their Frenchiness, their little matching outfits often made of leather-it\u2019s all quite similar to certain costumes of the BDSM world.\u00a0 And yet, the closest thing I could find on the web alluding to the link between the French house duo and kink was an inflatable jacket<\/a> with their name dubiously smacked on the title.\u00a0 Is it just me?\u00a0 Am I the only person who has a hard on for the helmet twins?\u00a0 It cannot be!<\/p>\n

My introduction to Daft Punk, as with all good love stories, was at first pained.\u00a0 Their name was deceiving.\u00a0 \u201cPunk, you say?\u201d\u00a0 Popping in a friend\u2019s copy of Discovery <\/i>did not yield the expected results.\u00a0 It was plain false advertising.<\/p>\n

House music?\u00a0 Techno?\u00a0 This was the noise I heard bleating up from my sister\u2019s bedroom at 2 am.\u00a0 This was the soundtrack to her flirtation with \u201ccandy\u201d bracelets and insufferably baggy jeans.\u00a0 This was not punk. \u00a0Little did I know that within a decade the duo of faceless\u00a0Frenchmen would steer me through my college thesis, teach me the subtle elegance of chair dancing, and open my eyes to a whole new kind of sexy: Robotica.<\/i><\/p>\n

It was actually Stardust\u2019s \u201cMusic Sounds Better With You\u201d that first flipped my French Touch switch.\u00a0 The song was a one-off collaboration between Daft Punk\u2019s Thomas Bangalter, the legendary bassist Alan Braxe, and Benjamin Diamond.\u00a0 It was, for me alone, the unofficial anthem of a half-assed relationship I was in while studying overseas in 2012\/13.\u00a0 But it became the spark that set off a whole new set of synapses in my brain, the thing that allowed me to enjoy an entire genre I\u2019d brushed off for ten years.<\/p>\n

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