Live, The Buddy System grabs the audience by the scruff of its collective neck and throws it into a strange, colorful world where cats can fly and bunnies divide asexually like amoebas. Their songs explode with all the energy you'd expect from the soundtrack to such a wild scene. But maybe "soundtrack" is the wrong word. Neither the music nor the animation take a back seat to the other. Instead, they are inextricably linked, each image synced up with a sound, like the two are playing a game of Mirror and forgot who had been leading and who had been following. The Buddy System stands in the center of all of this insanity, dressed in the colors of CMYK, surrounded by TV sets and glowing, plastic sheep.
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