Gee I'm sorry I missed that...

Looks like Missy Elliot and her possy (that's with an 'o') were pretty ordinary in Melbourne last week.

Try this on for size:
The fundamental problem was her extreme reluctance to actually perform any of her tracks.

Of the 60-minute set, perhaps a third involved music. The rest was just Missy bumbling about the stage saying "Wassup Melbourne?" a lot.

It sounds a little like Cat Power without the drugs. Read the full review from Luke Benedictus in The Age.

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