WARNING: The latest of the Wellington future-blues groups offers little that several others didn't say as well or better three months ago. Simply put, this is a band that eats moldy old hippies for breakfast.
Aleister James Campbell, around whom the Incident revolves, is, admittedly, a vaguely proficient guitarist, but not only is his dress sense sorely lacking, his list of musical influences read like a ‘Worst Bands of All Time’ top-ten.*
The immense talent of the other band members, Phoebe Johnson (bass), and Hikurangi Schavrien-Kaa (drums), is undeniable, but it may not be adequate to save this unit from the ‘also ran’ (limped, more like) category of New Zealand rock music.
It has been statistically determined that if a brain cell were the size of a grain of sand, the amount lost while listening to this band for an hour or so could easily fill Lake Taupo. Netflix has never seemed so appealing for an entertaining Thursday evening...
*Examples not given to protect the guilty.
