Broadly speaking, their music has elements of punk, psych and Zydeco (and very occasionally sounds like the B-52s), but the cumulative effect is its own beast. This might explain why so many different types were present in the crowd—punks, indie rockers, crust-ravers, theatrical Burning Man types, and even some bros. And they all fucking committed. It’s a testament to the love people have for this band that the subcultural melting pot of a dance/mosh pit was as intense at the hour-and-a-half mark as it had been at the beginning. It was almost as if there was—as Quintron sang on the set’s fiery closer—”a witch in the club, a witch in the club, a witch in the club.”
This week, Jamie and Debbie checked out Guerilla Toss, Cloud Becomes Your Hand, and Quintron and Miss Pussycat.
Loved this. “Mud Bugs” is still such an all-time jam.
