Since I’m leaving New York, I have been trying to see as many shows as possible before I go. Getting to see Bad Rabbits was a disproportionate reward of my desperate gambit.
Seeing Bad Rabbits was like watching Morris Day and the Time- if they were as good as Prince and the Revolution. I admit, when the first nostalgic tones floated out over the crowd, I felt myself turn off— I felt a special kind of dread as I realized these guys are trying to revive one of the worst periods of musical history I have had the misfortune to live through.
Though I enjoyed the band immensely, the dread hasn’t left. As the Chromeo, 33Hz vibe floats on a pestilent silicate wind like a plume of volcanic ash through the upper atmosphere, lightly raining its grim fertility on the distant- but not not, after all, so distant- continent of mainstream culture, I have the unhappy suspicion that this is not the last late ’80s/early ’90s revival act that will be permeating the air and canceling flights to better musical vistas.
Bad Rabbits was amazing. They were great. I had a fantastic time. But, as talented as they are, I just wish I could count on them continuing in novel isolation. If their musical forebears are any indication, all the acts that are going to follow them are really going to suck.
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