
There was a fair variety of album coverage, actually with a lack of emphasis on recent release Dear Science, "Halfway Home" and "Dancing Choose" arriving a little later and sort of blending in, with only the latter, it seemed, earning the same enthusiasm as a particularly passionate "Young Liars" as opener, or Return to Cookie Mountain's "Wolf Like Me." The band was joined onstage by a brass section that included sax player Stuart Bogie of Antibalas, who ran a happy lap around the stage during "The Wrong Way," and invited up openers the Dirtbombs to round out their vast percussion ensemble for an encore performance of "A Method."
The Dirtbombs themselves, for such a band of badasses, are actually quite square. And that's kind of cute. The "Frere Jacque" opening riff of their "Underdog" cover never gets old (and almost sounds more deep and dark on Mick Collins' guitar than on the Sly and the Family Stone original). Their dueling drummers, respectively a teddy bear and a literal whistleblower, eventually shared the hell out of one drum kit until nearly all other equipment from the band's set had been taken down. And though the majority of the gorgeous, thick glasses-donning, crappy beer- and fruity concoction-drinking audience had come for the excellent TV on the Radio, the Dirtbombs fared quite well in such a large venue.

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