BERLIN: SEX MUTANTS MAKE THEATRE OF THE HOT

When given the choice between sex and celibacy, why are more and more people choosing cryogenics? Will sex be to the 1980s what bowling was to the 1950s? If you had sex in outer space, how distracting would it be to see discarded articles of clothing floating around the room? I mean, what is all this sex business anyway? Twenty years of sexual revolution and sex has become a moldy old burlesque skit that nobody admits they've seen a million times before. Just glance at the brainless glitz of the "sex industry" and then ask yourself: who deserves more pity? Someone who was too old for the sexual revolution or someone who wasn't?

And now here comes Berlin, assailing us with a syntho-dance throb, a threateningly sexy lead singer and a hit song all about, that's right, sex. It only took me a couple of listens to realize that Berlin's "Sex (I'm A...)" would soon be the theme song of every porn/peepshow/talk-to-a-live-model place in the country. Nice going, guys. Then again, a lot of bands have made mortifying first impressions and might just deserve a fair hearing the secona time around. Sometimes there's more going on than meets the eye.