Ben Stiller reprises his role as a former model in a throwaway but amusing sequel
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Violent imagery is nothing new, but some of the imagery tonight seems worse than that employed by horrible metal bands long gone, who existed solely to be used as an annoyance by teenagers...
It's so quiet in here at one point, the strains of Dusty Springfield's 'Son Of A Preacher Man' leak in from the bar upstairs. But when the songs do come, covering extremes of bad human behaviour, sexual and otherwise - within an enhanced acoustic format that finds room for keyboards, two guitars, two basses and a drumkit - the reasons for the silence could be shock or revulsion.
The first song etches out a prison cell scenario, 'My New Body' raises the noise levels, while 'Song For My Father' is full of self-revulsion. All keeping with Gira's old ethos, but with a directness that is rather unnerving.
Violent imagery is nothing new, but some of the imagery tonight seems worse than that employed by horrible metal bands long gone, who existed solely to be used as an annoyance by teenagers. Angels Of Light won't even get that chance - being as far away from the mainstream as it is possible to be.
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