von Schirach, Jose el Rey, and El Tigre to create the Miami Bass Warriors. The band released a self-titled 12" EP in July 2009. In a 2009 interview with The Miami Herald, Debbie D. reflected on her choice to leave Avenue D, "I was ready to do something new. I was tired of everybody coming up to me and asking me, 'Do I look like a slut?' Irony only goes so far. We turned into the characters in our songs. We wrote them when we were 21. By 28 I had just outgrown it." Reception In a review of one of their 2002 concerts in The New York Times, journalist Kelefa Sanneh commented, "The concert also featured no fewer than four white female rappers, all of whom reduced love and lust to a series of anatomical slogans. The most entertaining was Avenue D, a local duo. The two women shouted lyrics that let potential lovers know exactly what they wanted, and they wore barely-there outfits that made it easy for them to turn their demands into dance moves." Agence France-Presse gave a favorable review to a 2003 performance, "From the sharp wit, dirty lyrics and rump shaking of Avenue D and their scantily-panty-clad dancers to the twinkling light suit and homage to machines by My Robot Friend, the range in style, sound and concept was enormous." In trying to describe the duo's style of music, The Honolulu Advertiser observed, "Bad girls: Every music genre has its foul-mouthed instigators. Rap had 2 Live Crew. Alt-rock had L7. Classical had Mozart. And electroclash? It has New York-based Avenue D. Imagine J.J. Fad and Stacey Q mixing up their '80s-era synth beats with profanity-laden tales of anonymous sex, promiscuous peers and, well, more anonymous sex. Daphne D and Debbie D are all that, some fluorescent pink lycra and a roll of duct tape." In a September 2005 review of the group for The Herald, Rachel Devine wrote, "Debbie D and Daphne D of Avenue D deserve to be queens of the electro scene. Not since Bananarama has a girl group exuded such effortless sexual energy in the pursuit of making music that runs the scale from the ridiculous to the sublime. Michael Hamersly of The Miami Herald characterized songs "Do I Look Like a Slut?" and "The Sex That I Need" as "raunchy anthems". In a later piece for The Miami Herald, journalist