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...first listen might reveal Sahara Hotnights as nothing but a B-league Sleater-Kinney, but after a few spins it’s clear that this band makes no pretensions to the riot-grrl ideology usually accompanying any girl-group aspiring to produce punk-pop. In short, they are playing this music without any agenda but fun, and this veneer permeates every moment. This band doesn’t need videos of themselves waterskiing in formation or cavorting playfully around a fountain to prove themselves as true to their declared image: the music of Kiss & Tell speaks for itself
This album’s major fault stems from the absence of the crazed Keith Flint. What had made the Prodigy so unique was its ambiguous and unique identity as an electronica band with an identifiable voice and front man; it wasn’t just rave music, but something new with a cool beat that you could sing along to. Evidently, however, the real brains behind the Prodigy from the start was arranger/producer Liam Howlett and, in this latest effort, he takes the band back to its roots, unfortunately relegating it to the category of mediocre dance music...
Michael and his group of friends made their way toward the festival gates. Some were musing sadly over the loss of their favorite band. Others were musing sadly over their newfound need to get jobs. Selling veggie burritos in the concert venue parking lot just wouldn’t work anymore, given that there were to be no more concerts, and therefore no more venues, and thus no more parking lots in which to sell their wares. Still other Phish fans were musing sadly over the need to take showers for the first time. Without a crowd of Phishheads around...
...nothing like 4/8/91. But those shows were mind-bending. Transcendent. I just feel bad for all the poor kids who will never get to experience that, ’cause they’re too busy with petty problems like making a living. The flow from the band to the audience that night was amazing—it was like I could touch the stage...
Michael and his friends continued to reminisce for hours. They spoke of better days. That night when the band arrived via a giant hot dog. The secret language of Phish in which they communicated with the audience via particular instrumental licks, relating information to the crowd such as the announcement “there’s an asshole in the front row.” The Halloween performances of other bands’ entire classic albums, a precedent which bands ranging musically all the way from Guster to Dashboard Confessional, had now picked up on. The glow-stick wars...