What promised to be a truly eccentric, unusual and unforgettable night ended up being a grave disappointment. Drawn to quirky sister act CocoRosie since the release of their bizarrely beautiful debut album, 2004’s La maison de mon reve, I’d eagerly awaited a chance to see these peculiar siblings bring to life their own twisted amalgamation of folk, electronica and hip-hop they’d been able to commit to wax. In retrospect, I should have stayed at home and reveled in the weirdness that Bianca and Sierra Casady [pictured right] have delighted me with for the last six years on their four fine full-length albums because, after all, the spectacle I was hoping for turned out to be nothing more than a limp lifeless lip-synced bore.
This article appears in Sep 23-29, 2010.
