Sitting in the back of the bus on a school trip during the most sexually interested (and therefore frustrated) years of high school, a female classmate asked me what I found attractive in or on a woman. Not wanting to offend present company, I hesitated. Pressing me for an answer (and lest I be declared unwaveringly homosexual), I started rattling off a list of things about the opposite sex that appealed to me. “Wit, intelligence, brown eyes, pale skin…” I was immediately interrupted and declared a roaring racist simply because I expressed a fondness for women with a ghostly pallor. Had my classmate let me finish, she would’ve learned that, not only was I not a white supremacist, I was basically down to fuck as many wildly different women as possible, her (a freckled Episcopalian redhead) included. Leave it to counter-cultural porno icon Joanna Angel to avenge what I saw as the grossest misidentification of a supposed racist than Elvis Costello’s drunken barroom insult of Ray Charles.
Burning Angel’s latest full-length hardcore endeavor, entitled Pale Girls, stars five melanin-deficient alt.pornstars and five of the most solid male performers in the business in scenes of wild, aggressive release. While the men (Mick Blue, Mr. Pete, Tomrry Pistol, Erik Everhard, Mark Wood) remain largely tattoo- and piercing-free, the ladies – Severin Graves, Madison Moon, Mabel, Draven Starr, and newcomer Vera Drake – not only bare their smooth, milky-white skin but prove it to be the perfect canvas for the dark, even disturbing tattoos for which the Burning Angel girls have become known.
The Joanna Angel-directed Pale Girls has yet to be given a street date, but all performers are featured on the Burning Angel website in scenes that may or may not make the final DVD cut (which also includes a BTS video, photo galleries, and trailers).
Burning Angel: fightin’ for (really white) whiteys since ’02.
Some weeks ago, Burning Angel head honcho and figure head Joanna Angel launched her latest multimedia endeavor. Compared to the punk rock entrepreneur’s previous business ventures, though, this one is almost completely lacking in cumshots aimed at tattoos, filthy bathroom sex, and plundered assholes. Joanna Angel & The Gigolos, a self-described hardcore punk party band featuring Angel and two former members of Fenix TX), previewed their new single ‘Gimme Some Pants’ a few weeks back but (in true punk practice) only just now got around to finishing off the video and tossing it online. And, in all its glory, here it is:
Delivered with Joanna’s trademark sass and knowing wink, ‘Gimme Some Pants’ channels The Runaways, The Cars, and, strangely enough, Midnight Oil while still keeping that Burning Angel irreverence at peak operational capacity. In between discotheque decor and much humorous prancing and trying on of trousers, Joanna and director Mike Quasar even manage to inject the video with a handful of preview clips for Burning Angel’s upcoming feature, Band Sluts. Also starring Annika Amour, Nikki Hearts, Arrabelle Raphael, Draven Star, and (Mr. Pink favorite) Veruca James, Band Sluts sees Joanna and her bandmate Tommy Pistol (the Jack to her rack-tastic Meg White) set off on a tour in search of fame, fortune, and fornication. It’s three hours of carnality and guitar-twangin’ as Band Sluts cements the mockumentary as Burning Angel’s go-to feature format and ensures no porn fan will be able to think of hardcore sex and hardcore rock ‘n’ roll without Joanna Angel’s winking face and winning figure popping into their mind’s eye.
Joanna Angel & The Gigolos’ video ‘Gimme Some Pants’ can now be seen and heard and purchased all around the ‘net. Band Sluts is out now from Burning Angel.
Anyone in London, Ontario who decided to follow Mr. Pink’s advice and head to the second annual Shock Stock to meet, greet, and nervously trade banter with Burning Angel’s founder and creative genius, Joanna Angel, might just a bit pissed off. See, Joanna was all set to not only meet fans, sign autographs, and sell her excellent Fuckenstein DVD; she had also been invited to perform a “dance performance” of an unknown nature. Turns out someone, somewhere, for some reason, objected to the proposed performance, made a complaint to London PD, and succeeded in keeping Joanna from shaking what Mama Angel gave her. Shock Stock’s organizers had supposedly, according to Angel, told the tattooed punk pornstar to tone down her dance at the convention after party this Saturday past because they were “getting heat.” Telling AVN News, Angel stated “The whole point was that my dance was meant to be arousing, so if I couldn’t take anything off or even move suggestively, it probably was best for me not to do it at all.” In the end, Joanna explained, she hosted the party without performing and there was no further complication with law enforcement.
I only hope those fans of Joanna’s who had intended to see more of her during Shock Stock bothered to snag a copy of Fuckenstein. Taking on James Deen and Ramon Nomar with what can only be called a lascivious frenzy, Angel is about as explicitly exposed as possible here, and that should soothe the wounded dreams of horny Londoners cursing the fuzz, the man, the po-po for once again ruining some good, clean, harmless sexual degeneracy!