In Flagranti

Prepare yourselves, "culture" is coming.

I have just returned from a concert of a string trio called In Flagranti consisting of first and second violin and a cello.
The three girls, named Markéta, Katka and Sylva respectively, held their electronic instruments with great confidence. All of them were trying to look glamorous, but only the blonde one smiling at all times seemed beautiful to me (well, I know that if she took off all the make-up she wouldn't, but hey, it's always like that). Dressed in a tube top dresses and on high heels, with the skirt part cut up to their hips, the put up a real show. Or at least attempted to. Moving around on the stage in a crude attempt to create visual pleasure to the viewer, throwing away the skirts (only to reveal the shorter ones below) during only the third song, getting back-to-back to the others then splitting with a thump of their bottoms... I can't possibly depict the kind of view we spectators were getting and even the less in english, but it was embarassing and funny in a sad way.
They played with electronic support. Beats and such, you now that kind. Unfortunately for the whole case, "and such" included strings, namely the melodies these girls were playing. I seriously doubt - no, I'm sure - that the cellist ever really played anything. She mainly twisted around her instrument, once or twice even tried to spin it around the way they do it - much to my dissatisfaction it didn't fall, but I swear to God it almost did.
I shall not continue with disgraceing their "art". I'll just point out that the funniest moment was when the sound-manager played a wrong track and the leader signalled him to stop it, but the two other girls didn't really take notice and kept pretending they are playing, but then all of them stopped, but the music kept playing, not changed in any way.
They say they bring us classical music and that till now they've only had performances abroad. Well, I think I can imagine the kind of those performances. Private parties of very rich men, where these girls come, pretend to play classical music, pound the beats from the CDs into those men so that they don't fall asleep, twist around on the stage looking beautiful (some of them, at least), perhaps have a little lie-down, get paid and depart.

Oh well, this was a new experience to me. I'm happy to have it. But for the love of God, don't go to their concerts, not if they are paid. And for the love of God, girls, don't kill the amazing classical music like that.

Adam