Those guys, huh?

Angry Weather God stayed in the south so once the sun went down in the first set, we had the soundtrack to a perfect summer night. All the right calls, all the big energy the whole show.

Slinky Stash and perfectly placed, sparkling Scents Redux to end set one. There is absolutely no one who called a Sigma->Final Hurrah>On Pillow Jets in those slots, much less anyone who trust that 3.0-3.0-4.0 situation to be so…meaty. Like Oblivion from Wilmington, the OPJ (heh, that just looks *new*) was chewy and make a healthy claim for a rotation spot.

Bowie and Cities had some boogie, Fuego was a touch of a rip bird to my ears but still brought the house down and a punch-packing 15 minute Ruby was some thunder to end the set.

A soaring Zero and STTTL sent us off into the cool night, grateful for living life in the mid-sixties with our favorite band dishing the goods yet again.