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Review: One More Time at the Vogue



Say what you want about Daft Punk's music, they've engineered a brilliant hype machine for the coming release of their fourth studio album, Random Access Memories. Between videos broadcasted at Coachella, the slow trickle of late night promos, and the twitter hysteria: Congratulations gentlemen, the herd is at your command. Totalitarian dictators of the future, take note.

So with all that pent-up anticipation, you can't blame anyone for having high expectations for Sunday night's event at The Vogue, One More Time: A Daft Punk Tribute. Those are some serious coattails to be riding in on, to the point where it doesn't take much to convince people to pay $12 to hear remixes of Daft Punk's music, no matter how disappointing.

Like say you have major time management issues - for example, the show starts two hours late - amazingly, the crowd will stay to the end.

To be fair, A Daft Punk Tribute deserves credit for featuring an elaborate stage set-up, including a replica of the LED pyramid from the Alive 2007 tour. At least there was something to look at while we waited for the performers to show up.

According to the ticket, the show was supposed to start at 8 pm and go until midnight. At 9 pm, with the pyramid still empty and dark, I ask someone from the staff what happened. "Last I heard they left to go eat dinner. I guess they're starting at 10 pm now."

Great, so now we have a room full of extremely energetic people decked out in glow sticks and robot apparel, who paid for and came expecting a four hour dance party - what will they do with all this time? The dance floor's empty, save for an ecstatic few who don't seem to realize that the show hasn't started yet.

Finally at 10:15 pm the fake Daft Punk duo takes the stage, robot disquises and all, opening with a remix of "Robot Rock" and "Oh Yeah," and continuing with variations of the Alive 2007 remixes for the rest of the night, which in total, was about an hour and half.

It was every song you would want to hear: "Aerodynamic," "Technologic," "Television Rules The Nation," etc.

Even then, it still wasn't worth it. It was a disappointing performance - granted, you don't go to a tribute show expecting perfection, but this music almost requires it. The attention to every minimalistic detail is what makes it worthwhile, and absent that, it just felt hollow.

The takeaway: People will let you get away with pretty much anything as long as you're wearing a robot costume.


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