
I don't know about you, but after Friday night's near epic The Black Power Rangers' show, my body is aching, my head is still spinning a bit, and I have a series of bruises etched across my back that I cannot recall who are what laid them upon me. Thus, for my first concert of the new week, I'm retreating from anything remotely heavy or distorted or pulsing with latent, firey energy. I want a pretty tune and some genial fellows to help me stand straight in the wake of storm of distortion that rained down on me at The [...]