
In a perfect journalistic world, every review is either an unabashed rave about a life-defining record or a scathing pan, solidifying [insert band/album] as [insert hyperbolic insult]. That's how we want it - that's how I want it, anyway - black and white. Challenge me, that's fine, that's encouraged , but make it either good or bad, please. But, such is rarely the case. As anyone who's more than just a casual listener of music knows, records are rarely either astounding or disgusting; usually they're somewhere in-between. Such is the case with the new live set from [...]