It is very, very difficult to describe this film without using the word 'mockumentary' or invoking Spinal Tap. So why try?
A camera crew (well OK, 1 guy with a videocamera) follows the jam band Electric Apricot (nee Electric Knectarine) as they play a few gigs, record their first album, and achieve their dream of playing at Oregon jam band festival Festeroo.
Done to death, you say? No sir, not when it's written and directed by, not to mention starring, bass guru and all-around oddball Les Claypool. The humor is top-notch, as disparaging of its subject as the original Tap and coupled with enough musician insider insight (how long to set up a drum kit?) to keep what should be a worn-out subject from getting stale.
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Electric Apricot (IMDB)
Wince : [*____]
Flinch : [**___]
Retch : [*____]
Gape : [***__]
Beerequisite : [****_]
Pornability : [_____]
Obscurity : [***__]
Explicability : [*****]
Favorite character: The Dead-hating bartender. Really made all that 'Jerry lives!' stuff much easier to take.
Orgazmo inbreeding: Keep an eye out for Choda Boy as the assistant studio technician, and Matt "I'm not gay or nuthing" Stone as a tapehead.
Lagunitas placement: It's everywhere from the guitarist's t-shirt to every beer the band drinks. Viva Lagunitas!
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