I was always told if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all. So this is going to be a very short write up.
Nadine Sachinidis is a talented singer. She sings Jazzy songs with her delay pedal crazy guitar friend. It's nice enough. Perhaps not right for a Friday night.
I'm not sure what the deal was... somehow a whole lot of talented musicians managed to get together and make the most boring uninspired music I've ever heard. This applies to both the second and third bands of the night, The Word and ME (Hardest bands to find on Myspace).
If they were ice-cream, they'd be vanilla.
If they were pizza, they'd be margarita.
If they were Bill Murray movies, they'd be Larger than Life.
If they were potato chips, they'd be original.
If they were on the McDonalds menu, they'd be a junior burger (with the pickles removed)
If they were facial features, they'd be the cheek.
You get the idea. Other people didn't. For some reason the bizaar crowd loved every second, which leads me to believe they were involved with some sort of cult.
So I cracked the shits and left.
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