Fischerspooner is not something enjoyed in moderation. Just watch their stage show -- a synchronized sensory overload of throbbing keyboards, feathered dancers and flashing lights that looks and sounds like the court at Versailles visiting Burning Man -- and try to take it in small, measured doses. Just try to avert your eyes from frontman Casey Spooner. Corralling the audience with his gaze, he has more cajones than the Rat Pack and more attitude than a diva (with a few more costume changes thrown in for good measure). It's clear as soon as the first track is cued; this is an orgy of entertainment. Don't get squeamish.

For everyone who bloged about Fischerspooner back in September, here's a "rave" of a concert review.