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I once saw Franz Ferdinand sometime in 2004 having only heard half their tracks on the self-titled. Still naively hopeful of the post-punk revival thing at the time, I was disappointed by how kind of impersonal the experience was. They played all the songs with the same dancey sheen as on the album with smiles to accompany but it felt canned. Then of course the true color of post-punk revivalism was revealed and by then I didn't bother to buy their second album.
Not an abysmal performance but the worst in comparison to everything else I've been to.
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