If you’re not sweating, then you’re not at a Technicolor show. The Copenhagen post-punk quartet brings blazing guitar riffs, thundering rhythms and Jello-Biafra-style sneers as they bring their proto-grunge to the stage.

 Alternating between brutally honest and bitingly sarcastic, Technicolor deliver corporate dystopia in an AI autocracy with the anti-authoritarian signature that even machines will learn to love and die.

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