Publication: Hot Press [?]
Date: April 19, 1995
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He's a motion study in energy and turbulence. The whites of his eyes as icily bright as dawn frost as he grinds, gyrates and writes cheques (checks) with his mouth that only his body could cash.

On Bono and O(+>

The contrast between the 2 performers is , in both style and substance, is so stark that you have to blink repeatedly to assure yourself that this tableau isn't some sort of special effect. They just don't look like creatures that belong on the same planettogether, never mind the stage. Theres Bono, all wreaked intensity, haunched shoulders, bluging neck veins stooping intently over the mike.TAFKAP, on the other hand, is a marble sculpture of effortless cool, listing back at an impossible angle, guitar perched across his hips.

After the Cross, however, TAFKAP drags us all down to the gutter, he rips off his glasses, flings them aside and enjoins us all to "Get Funky!" No more Speccy Motherfucker. This is the real thing.

He looks like a doll, his hair is perfect! He's poetry in motion and a work of art at rest! He's fucking tiny! All of that is true and theres more too. His buttocks are the proverbial two-eggs-in-a-hankerchief. He doesn't wear any underwear. And it is readilyapparent that he, eh, dresses to the right. The bulge in his trouser leg is substantial but its the wrong shape. It's angular in some parts, cylindrical in others, abit like his squiggle symbol in fact. Ponder that!

Whenever he turns his back on the crowd he is smiling and pulling faces at the band. His face cavorts in burlesque expressions of merriment. He throws them double double takes and joccular sideways glances. He also sticks his tongue out alot

There’s one thing you should know. I was close enough to hear TAFKAP confer with the band before they played the encore. Mr. Hayes and Mayte spoke quiet distinctly. They both called him Prince.