Given one hell of an opportunity, a young music journalist in the year of our lord 1973 is set to profile the titular rock group who vanished right after their first album and, now that they’ve returned from hiatus, they just may be the next big thing. Like most 70’s rock bands, they have a pretty big secret but as opposed to underage groupies, bestiality, drug addiction and playful Devil worshipping, this band’s skeletons are stuffed in a closet deeper and darker than most. When questioning them on their hiatus, the usually playful group of musicians become standoffish and vague. There’s something strange going on but they also seem to aspire to actually make it big. Filming at a Hollywood Hills afterparty finds the enthusiastic journalist plunging headfirst and blind into a nightmare scenario and since this is the only footage left that explains just what went down, I don’t think she’ll be writing for Rolling Stone anytime soon. An incredibly fun found footage horror piece looks the part as best as it can and sketches enough information in its short runtime to make it a good time. Also, the character Steven looks like a young Michael Showalter, and that makes me happy.
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