205: Pheromone

Come (1993)
Prince once said the inspiration behind Pheromone was Carmen Electra and a Parisian burlesque club. But none of that matters. What matters is where you take it. The Artist paints an imperfect picture – a picture of voyeurism, sexual domination and pulp fiction – and on his last stroke hands you the brush to finish the canvas off. It’s a sleight of hand that sidesteps any complaint about the song’s dark imagery – the listener’s not just an accomplice, they become the author. Was it all a game? An act of violence? Both? You’re the storyteller now my friend. “What happens next: it all depends on your style”. And whether or not you believe in Chekhov’s gat.