who knew how amusing this game could be? here' s another translated brazilian review:
!! The!!! they opened the hostes in the main stage. Seven persons in stage in delirium orgásmico, a rhythmic section funk and disk, for times with a drummer and two percussionists, a section of sporadic metals, a vocalista (for times two) and liters of sweat. Half of the band is constituted by hippies of Saint Francisco, and the song that do is unique deed and exclusively for a purpose: fan the fazedor-de-dinheiro. It is impossible hear those short groovy sensual and do not begin to little and little it fan the hips or it jump while the two guitars powders-punk, lovingly mistreated and metallic (not of the “métal”) itself superimpose to the remainder. There is a moment inenarrável in that the drummer passes to song (has a falsete enviable and sings thousand better times than Nic Offer) and comes for the front of the stage, passing itself grossly. There is that say that envergava a divided T-shirt in two it say "Philadelphia" and an enviable beard and walked of a side for another, jumping for here and for there, stealing barely the spectacle to the another vocalista. Nic Offer goes to dance, opening the legs, stirring the arms, dressed with some shorts minúsculos and a T-shirt, pieces with air of never will have been washed. The public asks: "turururururutururururu", "Me & Giuliani Down By The Schoolyard", a portentoso single full of ideias and palettes musicals, somewhat as a showcase of the capacities of the band. It begins with the attack of the guitars, as were being been beaten up, but soon deteriorates for a sensual bass that serves the hips and little afterwards begins the voice. It has several part that go moving, incluíndo a climax of guitars it read Sonic Youth that looks a journey of meter or of comboio. And afterwards everything him mixture and comes the “turururururutururururu” that all the people sings. Be that the problem of Louden Up Now (a party of the beginning to the end) : nothing was level with that magnificent one single. And to the alive one is to same thing. Nothing, but nothing, arrives to the heels of that. Meanwhile, we have to only band it use cowbell in the festival entire (shameful), those short, those guitars, those batteries (for times two, we know there) and the best second concert of the festival (the Arcade Injure would come in the following day).