Don't be fooled by the opening of "Maladrino" -- Eugene Hütz hasn't gotten soft. He's just setting up what's to come: a giddy sing-along in some cantina south of the border of the borderless world of crazed, speed-punk polka drinking music that is Gogol Bordello.
What did people say about Woodstock? If you can remember it all you weren't actually there? Same goes for a Gogol Bordello show. If you somehow avoided the Eastern dance infection and the temptation to imbibe against paeans like "Alcohol" you must have left the raucous ruckus of the Pageant for the semi-weekly Missouri tornado.