Tree is like a one night stand. It’s wild, it’s passionate, and it’s the most intense romp you’ll ever get, but you know you’ll regret it in the morning.
With the most god-awful guitar sound you’ll ever love, they hammered and screamed through a set that makes Dante’s voyage look like a tiptoe through the tulips.
The young and dramatically sexual vocalist, Thom Yorke, sang with such energy and emotion that he was drenched in a glistening sweat after the first song.
The production is professional without sounding like Ratt; the vocals go beyond the settle-for-Seattlesque sound, with bright, almost Bo Deanish harmonies.