By Mike Sain't Louis ·
Mueve las plumas and let the mirror ball shake
Pink. Everything pink. A mirror ball hanging from the ceiling, a dance floor gleaming like a neon puddle and, in the middle, a guy in a bubblegum-pink feather jacket and trousers, hair to match and finger pointing to the sky as on the best disco nights. The cover of «Mueve las plumas» (Shake Your Feathers) is a direct order, and I have no intention of disobeying it.
The title plays with an expression many of us have had thrown at us as a reproach: «tener pluma», having feathers, being visibly camp. Here it becomes a dance instruction. Move them, shake them, let them fly across the floor. It seems to me a very healthy way of laughing at whoever still sees it as a defect.
Made for parties, for pre-drinks with the girls and for closing the night when there's no shame left. And if someone gives you a funny look while you dance to it, all the better: it means the feathers are doing their job.
Turn it up and see how long you can stay sitting down. I bet not long.