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Rating: Certainly, with the current semi-prohibitive prices of the peninsular fruit/vegetable market, it must have monetarily cost one/two eyes from the skull, i.e., a significant sum per capita, to organize the multiflavored/vitamin-packed/colorful sound-vegetarian-show expertly chopped by the lovely and immensely ironic Austrian-herbivores in question.
Now, after having (appropriately) angered and then incited the nearly monopolistic 'confederations' of tri-colored fruit and vegetable against the miserable-wrecked writer, I would dare to vainly attempt to narrate about the parody/paroxysmal and ultra-dietetic yet lightly carbohydrate musical reflections of the eight seemingly sober and black-dressed, cheerful Vienna musicians.
First of all: the vegetable utensils used, fruit all-inclusive, must be strictly picked "on the day" (instead of not): or risk the non-transformation into sound-lush instruments and the evening performability of the music-abundant salad... ehm I meant to say evening.
The mutant vegetables therefore undergo both pre-concert and during the dietary/whole course of the evening an invasive yet inevitable transformative treatment.
There are about ten difficult yet unusual confusing/amusing culinary/fragments issued for the use and consumption of the (often) bewildered audience: six proto-males and two graceful-lady members make up the music/culinary execution staff: each approaches the stage with their own personal, jealously hidden fruitful-weaponry, as if they should shortly be setting up for the not-too-large (at a glance I'd say 326/327 the non-hungry present) audience comfortably sprawled and mostly damnably curious about what will shortly be presented melanzanically/from a temporal distance.
The earthly and rich instrumentation available, during the scant hour of live exhibition, is mostly rhythmically shredded, cleverly grated, surgically cut, pulmonarily blown, playfully trotted, perniciously pounded, and ultimately without any human pity perforated/drilled and vivisected, then finally/mentally naturally pentolon/soup-transformed.
The paradoxical/experimental/vegetable execution of the semi-mad congregation, aside from the unusual yet evident nature/naif side, has its (as one says in these cases), unexpected pleasure: among the general astonishment, they engage in improbable yet changeable glitched symphonies saw-slice ("Frkklz") (in)passing through dangerous/noisy carrot/cucumber-trouble absurdities ("Prelay"), to classical/audio reviews, "Strawimprovsky", culminating in irresistibly engaging simulation/mutation pumpkin/dance-jungle-like ("Greenhouse").
In short, the offered rich dish turns out surprisingly light, digestible as well as tasty and meticulously well blended... the only flaw (forgive me) besides the inexplicable (it seems they actually ran out of available vegetables...) non-reproduction on the stage/grill of the classically stratospheric Düsseldorfian "Radio-Aktivitat" (instead martirized by blows of fennel and peppers absorbed in their latest studio work, "Automate"), is the semi-(in)edible/post-evening pseudo-soup of greenish hue generously offered: the improbable mix/smoothie of cucumber/zucchini/potato/pea/eggplant/pepper/bean/melon and who knows what else [with the addition of abundant doses of non-better identified hyper-seasoning elements] do not belong (fortunately or unfortunately not) to the traditional breaking split Dna-gastrointestinal (instead of yes).
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