Thursday, October 30, 2014

#1462 The Bots - Pink Palms

Robin and I got our faces melted off by these guys at Bonnaroo, where they shredded and writhed and rocked so fucking hard they put acts on stages 20 times as big to shame. I don't know how you stay that tight while committing every part of your body and soul to the performance - a rare gift.

There's glimpses of that energy here, especially on the first couple of sweat-drenched tracks, but later everything gets synthy and overproduced and damned underguitared. It's...fine. Actually pretty good in its small way, never quite letting you pin it down, but never quite shocking you, a night in silk sheets.

But it's a disappointment, these guys have a singular power to shred, it's a shame they wield it so sparingly here 3/5

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