Trevor Haldenby (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} timbralthinking) wrote,@ 2006-05-26 11:43:00 |
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| Current location: | Workley |
| Current mood: | Spoofish |
| Current music: | Carl "Craig" Wilson |
The GROUPING of CYAN GENTLEMEN
What in the devil was that?
For something so constantly in-bed with a stupid talkshow monster-truck event, there seemed to be an unusual amount of very cleverly-caustic social commentary! Same sort of feel as something like Slava's Snowshow, taken to a whole new level of voracious and rootless intensity. Absolutely pointless, extremely invigorating.
-Being buried in thousands-upon-thousands of feet of streaming paper towels, definitely.
-Catching strobelit glimpses of Ekaterina, spinning away into giant spasming PVC-DNA. Most assuredly!
-Videoheads! Yes!
-Young man being blindfoldered and strangled away to backstaged are(n)as... the thrill of wondering if you're about to catch a snippet from The Painted Bird. Hmmmm.
-Waiter at restaurant following show, ending the cordiality of our meal by inviting us to "have a pleasant beastiality."
-The PVC, THE PVC. I don't know why I didn't ever conjure up such an instrumental material when listening to so many sillyish Blue Man Group recordings. Good LORDFREY.
