Boisterous like a revolt, precise like a steam-powered engine, the voices and sounds of Milo Greene, the newest innovation from the land of Los Angeles. Who are these ruffians who chant in unison, who pound not only drum skins, but also the ground itself, that remind of confessional folk tunes around the smoldering flame of a campfire?

It’s the spirit they put out, the spending of it all as the night ends and the flexing of their muscles at the first sign of daylight. Milo Greene, please stick around, your set at The Satellite was awfully good. Like wholesome enough to invite my grandma, but then you burst forth and you knock everyone on their asses.

Milo Greene performed at the satellite on 04-13-11