Explosive guitar, beefy vocals that pour like syrup on a sundae and sometimes snarl like metal scraping concrete, and beats that bop, slam, and move your butt.
The Gravel Pit had a good rock thing going, with great heavy bass. The singer has a powerful, somehow Dickie Barrett-esque yell that even worked on a ballad.
Trippy rock, with great grooves and a charismatic singer. After the set, I left quickly because I had the inexplicable urge to lick the sweat off his body.