The suspicion has always been that there's only one faceless lady who belts out the ubiquitous "Woo-hoo!" and "Baaayaaaybee!" refrains on house and techno tracks — one over-the-top queenie in a tight red dress, pumped up on champagne and cocaine who makes the rounds of the various studios. You can hear her all the way back on some of the first Chicago house tracks, and over the course of her career she hasn't altered her approach or uncovered much nuance. She's just there, a human exclamation point reflecting the hormonal enthusiasm and unbridled liberty of the 3... More >>>