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.
Things went downhill about halfway through the set, when the band followed Mr. Manson’s lead and left the stage. After the fourth time, it was getting old.
Two words. Perky and happy. Not to say Brian Stevens and his band aren’t talented, but they were just so darn thrilled to be playing their saccharine songs.
Loud, fast, hard, but with enough melody to keep your attention, and just enough style to set them apart from every other loud, fast, hard band out there.
Singer was a fairy queen complete with gauzy wings and wand. She made gifts to the house of toy instruments and odd curios and asked the crowd to play along.