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New York Wesbeth Theatre
The volume is painful, frankly, but we crawl to the edge of stage, all the better to smell the charred wood of 20 floor pedals being kicked to pieces.
And here they go, as the Gibbons brothers, Michael and John, set their phasers to 'nothing short of total war'. The volume is painful, frankly, but we crawl to the edge of stage, all the better to smell the charred wood of 20 floor pedals being kicked to pieces. Isobel Sollenberger might well be singing, it's hard to tell, while everyone else onstage - the ubiquitous Mogwai obviously - grins like Satan's own pooch posse licking St Peter to death at the gates of paradise.
Alternatively, they rocked. Forever. Heads, we win again.
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