I feel gypped on the boozy rock 'n' roll in my lifetime. I was much too young for the Replacements. And, hell, even my parents weren't around for the Rolling Stones or Bob Dyaln's electric folk. But at the Pageant on Wednesday night, the rambunctious alt-country rock of Ryan Bingham instilled that same excitement felt towards those bands I so desperately wanted to see.
There were good ol' boys in their best cowboy hat, ladies in little dresses and folks that look like the regular at your neighborhood bar. And it was Ryan Bingham who brought them all together.
Unique: 1. Having no like or equal. 2. Being the only one of a kind. 3. Highly unusual. All of these definitions apply to the Breaux Bridge Crawfish Festival in Breaux Bridge, La., which began in 1960.
With a toast, a drag and a pair of suspenders, Jesse "The Devil" Hughes and his filthy cohorts, the Eagles of Death Metal, torched into the rarest of nights: paid for drinks, at a paid for show in the shadow of the Arch, framed by helicopter fly-bys.
The enigmatic Black Moth Super Rainbow -- Ryan Graveface, Pony Diver, Iffernaut, the Seven Fields of Aphelion, and, mercifully, Thomas "Tobacco" Fec -- come onstage accompanied by a revelation: They seem to be homo sapiens after all.
It has been 20 years since the Breeders' "Last Splash" was released and broke into the top 40 -- and yet, judging by the crowd and the band's energy, it was clear that the album has aged well.