Hi. I love Blank Dogs. That guy Mike is good. He wrote like 70 songs all by himself last year (fuck the hearsay about this being a "collective," I'm not buying into it even if it is true; sometimes we all just want to hang on to our dreams) and all of them slay. They're so complicated that he needs at least four other people onstage with him just to get the song to turn out the right way when he's playing live. But you know what? At his Market Hotel show on Friday he had no stage presence whatsoever. None. Just look at the body language here. And live his cold, smooth, five-blades-on-one-razor voice sounded like a dispozable Bic after scraping the luscious pubes of a snake-charmer. In other words: ouch.
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