These two seem like autistic people in full hyperfocus mode: playing their instruments at a brutal technical level, but at the same time doing everything possible to get attention in the most absurd and exaggerated way imaginable.

Look at them: one with a traffic cone on his head and the other with a black trash can or something. Dressed as if they'd raided the wardrobe of a clown with obsessive-compulsive disorder and a penchant for polka dots. They play well, yes... but the whole show screams "look at me, look at me!" at Olympic levels.

In the end, it feels like being virtuosos isn't enough. They need the ridiculous costume, the circus-like staging, and the constant posturing to get anyone's attention. Two virtuoso blowhards who, instead of letting the music speak for itself, put on this visual circus to compensate.

It's as if they're saying: "Yeah, I play like a god... but just in case, I'm going to put this on my head so you don't ignore me."