I missed this crew at Coachella, which made this throwdown all the more rewarding. First night at Bonnaroo is a tricky thing for performers — you’re pretty much the only game in town so you have a captive audience, but the pressure is also kind of upped because of this. Suffice to say, these cats got up pretty damn well, morphing through angular grooves underpinned by machine-gun drum salvos — and they’re not afraid to miss the plot for a second or two, as they re-group into the next jam, which is something you like to see more of at any festival- people who can get down with whatever they have available- sweat, groove and audience love. You gotta love a band that look like guitar techs more than rock stars, and who
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