Okay, buckle up guys. I know it’s customary on this blog when we “review” things to just shit out some vague compliments, but not today. I am so confused.
Let’s start at the beginning. This weekend was an aca-SPLOSION so I get that things were a little hectic, but when I walked up the steps of Rosse Friday night, there was a GIGANTIC Take Five banner. Wrong sign, idiots. Couldn’t even give us the curtesy of some basic planning. That could have really thrown some people off.
None of my friends texted me back so I ended up sitting in a row alone, which actually made it better for hearing so it wasn’t a big deal at all. And when I saw them after the show sitting a few rows in front of me nobody got upset or felt rejected.
Well, actually, I did, but not because of that. I felt personally attacked by the absolutely abysmal performance by the Owl Creeks that I paid good money to see to a guy at the door. First thing’s first, they accept guys now? Not just any guys, like, big ones. Big honking men who couldn’t sing Sia even if they tried. And they didn’t try! Nobody sang any Sia! Or any pop at all, in fact. It was all these old songs I’d never even fucking heard of before. It’s like they’ve been talking to my grandma or something, which doesn’t make any sense because she hasn’t called me back in weeks.
I did appreciate the joke at the beginning when they called themselves “Take Five,” perhaps referring to the giant fuck-up with the sign out front, but after eight songs I thought they were taking the joke a little far. Was I being punked? I looked around for a camera and saw one in the middle of the damn room. They weren’t even trying to hide it, and it wasn’t even facing me. Good one, assholes.
Overall, a piss poor effort provided by Kenyon’s premier all-female a cappella group. I didn’t even see a single one of them on stage.
Take Five was so good last night though!