In concert the slickness of their studio work is stripped back to reveal a raw-boned punk-rock basement party. Cibo Matto will shiver your timbers and compel even the most funk-impaired among the "too cool to dance" crowd to dust off their groove thangs and give them a good shaking.
Miho Hatori rocks the mic like a seasoned NYC emcee, punctuating her clever lyrics with a shriek somewhere between James Brown and Blixa Bargeld. Yuka Honda layers samples and keyboards soulfully, creating lush banks of sound and fury. Drummer Timo Ellis transforms in the blink of an eye from polyrhythmic whirlwind to rock-steady metronome hittin' it on the one. And then there's Sean Lennon. Forget his pedigree and zero in on the fact that he is one of the most versatile bassists around; he can crush you with thick slabs of funk, soothe you with rich waves of jazzy vibes, then absolutely pummel you with the fuzzed-out supernova solo that erupts from the yolk sac of "Know Your Chicken." Make no mistake, Cibo Matto come correct when they take the stage, and there's nothing cute about it.