The Mother Ship Has Landed

T.G.I.H.A.F.!

Slither, Shimmy and Twitch to The Freak

By Henry Allen

The Washington Post, Style

October 10, 1978

It is almost . . . repulsive – or, say, beautiful.

Under the blast of strobe lights, here at Tiffane's, wrists rub ribs, nylon knees acquaint themselves with gabardine thighs, fingernails rake necks, so slowly, slowly in these heavy-lidded heavings and twitchings which are the hottest new dance in town. It's called The Freak.

"Look, they do it in lines," deejay Gregory Diggs shouts over "Miss You" by the Rolling Stones.

Sure enough, first three, then five of them line up back to front with arms slithering forward around rib cages, drifting back to brush hips while everybody nestles…