Just when I think the now infamous Take-Away shows can't get any better, Battles comes along to prove me wrong. Leave it to the futuristic trio to warp the idea of a "proper" venue, splashing their post-modern electronics throughout the renaissanced corridors of the Bertrand Salon with a sound that could easily peel the gold off the walls. I liken it to the soft purrs and squeeks of a mathematical dinosaur waiting to pounce (with wine, of course), eventually culminating in a deeply angular experience of both history and hysterics. As I always say, if it ain't baroque, fix it.
