ABC, Glasgow
The latest in a long line of risible white boy hip-hoppers from Vanilla Ice to Iglu & Hartly, 30H!3's mixture of crunky pop and casual misogyny would be flattered by moral indignation in an age when Odd Future rap about rape fantasies. You just wish that, for their hordes of mostly teenage fans who holler along to charming lyrics about inviting ladies to "touch on" their nether regions and then shriek for more, the penny would drop a little quicker as to this duo's oafish lameness.
The Colorado twosome ? Sean Foreman and Nathaniel Motte ? have scored big sales, not least with a pair of singles featuring Katy Perry (Starstrukk) and Ke$ha (My First Kiss). They bound on stage with verve, and there's no taking away from the fact that a crowd who bounce along ecstatically and hold their hands aloft in 30H!3's trademark salute are having a famously good time.
But identifying substantively redeeming qualities in their mutton-headed shtick is futile. The combination of nasal voices and overdriven guitar recalls the doldrums of rap-rock. House Party is so stultifyingly dumb it makes Asher Roth sound like Auden.
They save their most obnoxious moment, Don't Trust Me ? the "never trust a ho" chorus line of which is later disconcertingly echoed loudly in the street by groups of teens on their way home ? until last. It's all at odds with the Saved By the Bell goofiness of Foreman and Motte, who seem genuinely flattered by their reception and hang around at the end to press the flesh with fans, looking less like pop stars than the kind of frat-house jokers who'd struggle to pick up a top-shelf magazine, let alone a "ho". But that's probably why they formed a band in the first place.
Touring until 5 June.
Source: http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2011/jun/01/3oh3-live-review
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