July 28, 2012 12:00 AM

Calling Big Time Rush polished is a rush to judgment

Three years and two albums ought to provide enough time and work for four young guys to hone their act into something with a steady sheen and fluid energy. but Big Time Rush isn’t quite there yet. Its choreography is primitive and rough, its stage banter is a bit stiff, and the vocals all night could have used another coat or two of polish, despite evidence that not everything being heard was live.

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