If Miike Snow were fabric in a designer’s arsenal, they’d be the narrow strap that covers nipples of the anorexic models walking Parisian runways. That is to say, minimal. They should be called Les S. Mohr given their sparse pop ethos. The aptly-titled “Song for No One” is barely there. It’s nothing but a repetitive single-note melody built more like a bass line, followed by a soft-rock Bossa nova chorus that’s probably a pre-programmed button on their Wurlitzer. Their European hit “Animal” sounds like it was originally a ringtone. One hipster loses his edge and suddenly everyone heads to the gay bar? They should’ve at least held out for more than lily white pop vocals and a new wave melody over a generic breakbeat. No one whose prior production offenses include Madonna, Kylie Minogue and making Britney Spears “Toxic” (musically speaking) should even be let into this country. They need quotas on foreign indie dance-pop acts.
Thurs., March. 25, 9pm. $18. With Delorean. Theatre of the Living Arts, 334 South St. 215.922.1011. livenation.com
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