Angel’s 3Piece! – Episode 1

By: Dee July 10, 20177 Comments

What’s it about? Kyō Mekui is a high school student who tends to skip school due to a trauma in his past. Kyō secretly creates songs using vocal song synthesis software as his hobby. Three girls who just entered fifth grade — the crybaby Jun “Jun-tan” Gotō, the strong-willed Nozomi “Zomi” Momijidani, and the somewhat sleepy Sora “Kū” Kaneshiro who takes life at her own pace — email Kyō. These three girls, who were raised together like sisters since childhood, want Kyō to help them break into music.

Source: Anime News Network

I like to go into premieres blind, so I knew nothing about 3Piece beyond the cover art. “Eh, worst-case scenario, it’ll just be a bland cute-girl show,” I thought as I signed up to review it. Such a fool I was. So young. So naive.

Let’s make this one quick, because watching it made me physically ill and revisiting it is only gonna make things worse.

A sleepy-eyed girl holds up a sticker and says "Have a well-done sticker"
Above: Something I will never, ever give this premiere.

In the interest of critical professionalism or whatever, I’m obligated to tell you that the first half is actually pretty good. Solid visuals and production quality, a quietly melancholy tone, and a sympathetic shut-in teen musician for a protagonist. There are also a couple teen girls on the edges of the story, one of whom bluntly calls out her classmates for mocking the kid with social anxiety, and I like her immediately. At this point I think I’m getting a show about art and outcasts with some light harem undertones, which could work out fine depending on how it’s played.

But’cha know what? None of that matters. Absolutely none of those “pretty good” things matter one jot, because then the fifth-graders show up.

A doe-eyed girl with pink hair stands in front of a stained-glass window so it looks like she has angel wings
Subtle imagery is subtle.

They track protagonist Kyo down online because they’re fans of his music and want him to help their three-girl band put on a performance. Easily categorized as The Shy One, The Sleepy One, and The Feisty One, they are overbearingly cutesy, unimaginative, two-dimensional moe archetypes constructed in a lab by adhering to ancient blueprints and formulas specifically designed to sell merchandise. Oh, and they’re all orphans, because of course they are.

By this point my eyes had rolled so far back into my skull I was studying my own gray matter, but if it had stopped there I could have at least come here and said “it’s very run-of-the-mill but it’s fine if you’re into this sub-genre” and left it at that. But 3Piece wasn’t content to simply be saccharine and calculated. Oh no, it had to be repulsive, too.

A girl sits at a drumset, but the focus is on her crotch (covered by a skirt) and legs
I’m sure there was just NO OTHER POSSIBLE WAY they could have framed this.

Things escalate horrifyingly quickly during the last 10 minutes: From a couple of vaguely skeevy shots focusing on the girls’ knees, to one of the girls blackmailing Kyo with a false accusation of assault, to crotch-shots and Sudden Lipstick during the musical number, and finally, for the rotted cherry atop the melting sundae, to one of the girls straight-up propositioning our high school protagonist—and him blushing at the suggestion.

I don’t have to explain why all of this is awful, right? No one needs an explanation for why a show that sexualizes fifth graders is fucked up and terrible, right? Yes? Okay? Good.

A close-up of a girl's mouth as she says "touch me a little bit"
I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.

Watching this show was like riding a bike down a sunny hill and slowly realizing it’s not a hill at all, but a trash chute leading to a burning landfill. I said the characters were made in a lab, and it turns out that lab is full of chemical waste. What I’m trying to say is, Angel’s 3Piece is garbage. If you need a show with an exclamation point in the title about cute girls playing instruments, watch K-ON! or Sound! Euphonium. Save yourselves from this.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go scrub off the top layer of my skin so I can feel clean again.

About the Author : Dee

Dee has worn many hats at AniFem, including editor-in-chief, contributor liaison, and PR rep. She's mostly retired now, but the staff still lets her hang out and write sometimes. When she isn't facilitating Team Rocket's takeover of the website, she spends her free time devouring novels and comics, watching too much anime, and cheering very loudly for the Kansas Jayhawks. You can read more of her work at The Josei Next Door or hang out with her on Bluesky, Tumblr, or Twitter.

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