Live at the Powerstation
It’s stadium-metal with the training wheels still attached. Ponderous drum solo as standalone track, the cringe-inducing “AUCKLAND!!” intro. They studied hard for this – checked out all the magazines and live albums and worked on their stage uniforms and logo and…shit, the only thing they forgot is to write some decent music.
Devilskin is a technical term in fact for the bit left, the part that couldn’t be fully shed.
Remember the band Tadpole? I’m sure you’d rather not.
This is their devilskin. It staggered into a studio, made an album, took some promo shots and booked the Powestation to push a nearly identical piece of product down the throats of its dumb-bogan audience.
There’s Six60 and there’s Shapeshifter. And Devilskin. That’s New Zealand music horrifyingly boiled down to a crude crud. Different shades of the same audience attend any/all of these gigs. People who couldn’t spot music in a line-up. And wouldn’t ever think to. But, hey, how could any of that matter when you can buy a two-foot long box of mixed shots at the bottle store in town right before and/or after the gig. Dude, bro, that’s fucking sick-as! Mean!