Saturday Night Live March 5th 2011: The Strokes have had the luck of the New Yorkers. They are my first critique.
E. Herr venerates the Strokes as portraying New York. Yes, grey unenthusiastic desultory confused with cool. I thought I'd check for great videos before I cut loose and I am ready to do it.
Julian Casablancas vocalist and his "how about that". My God, what misplaced enthusiasm. Lacking power range rhythm and tonality, Casablancas constantly droned away incomprehensibly but very obviously out of tune.
All through the moaning One Range Jane vocal droned on, Casablanca's choking the microphone and singing into his hand.I honestly thought these were neophytes with stage fright.I thought these guys wish they were some where else instead of unprepared and insipid on Saturday Night Live.
I made out the one word "Nightmare" oh well, English is probably not Casablanca's first language.
At the end he pretended to shoot himself in the face.
Disparate from each other the different themes and riffs floated together like pots and pans in a sink full of Casablanca's dishwater.
Granted I should cut them some slack they were obviously travel worn and grimy from being in storage.They didn't practice. Got hammered last night. And they are freaked. I stopped the PVR and looked into Casablanca's eyes. Freaked.
Looking absolutely freaked bass player Nikolai Fraiture sucked in his cheeks while displaying a jaunty burst of underarm hair from time to time as he swayed so his wooden arms could move around on the wooden base neck. Its hard but Fraiture managed to play a powerless meandering bass.
Minimilist Fabrizio Moretti's tapped and thumped in the background, he smiled at himself, happy it seemed with the unsyncopated unpunctuated swamp of weak drum sounds clashing lightly with the mix master dissonance of the band and the even more alien and obscure vocal.
Albert Hammond and Nick Valensi the guitarists twanged strummed and wanked through the two songs and most pathetically soloed. The Valensi solo in the first song, the last guitar solo fell flat on its face.
You probably noticed I have not said much about the music, the overall production. Right. What should I say mediocre is OK if its Saturday Night Live?
E. Herr venerates the Strokes as portraying New York. Yes, grey unenthusiastic desultory confused with cool. I thought I'd check for great videos before I cut loose and I am ready to do it.
Julian Casablancas vocalist and his "how about that". My God, what misplaced enthusiasm. Lacking power range rhythm and tonality, Casablancas constantly droned away incomprehensibly but very obviously out of tune.
All through the moaning One Range Jane vocal droned on, Casablanca's choking the microphone and singing into his hand.I honestly thought these were neophytes with stage fright.I thought these guys wish they were some where else instead of unprepared and insipid on Saturday Night Live.
I made out the one word "Nightmare" oh well, English is probably not Casablanca's first language.
At the end he pretended to shoot himself in the face.
Disparate from each other the different themes and riffs floated together like pots and pans in a sink full of Casablanca's dishwater.
Granted I should cut them some slack they were obviously travel worn and grimy from being in storage.They didn't practice. Got hammered last night. And they are freaked. I stopped the PVR and looked into Casablanca's eyes. Freaked.
Looking absolutely freaked bass player Nikolai Fraiture sucked in his cheeks while displaying a jaunty burst of underarm hair from time to time as he swayed so his wooden arms could move around on the wooden base neck. Its hard but Fraiture managed to play a powerless meandering bass.
Minimilist Fabrizio Moretti's tapped and thumped in the background, he smiled at himself, happy it seemed with the unsyncopated unpunctuated swamp of weak drum sounds clashing lightly with the mix master dissonance of the band and the even more alien and obscure vocal.
Albert Hammond and Nick Valensi the guitarists twanged strummed and wanked through the two songs and most pathetically soloed. The Valensi solo in the first song, the last guitar solo fell flat on its face.
You probably noticed I have not said much about the music, the overall production. Right. What should I say mediocre is OK if its Saturday Night Live?
