Review by Bokonon
Holy mother of God, Chris Thile can play the mandolin. With acts like the defunct Nickel Creek and the kinetic, brainy Punch Brothers, the skinny young man often gets way too up in his head, scraping the strings with intellect rather than his pick. But paired with NYC wildman Michael Daves, Thile reaches into his heart and under his belt, adding guts and grease to all that smarty pants music theory.
The result is explosive.