I was detained due to undisclosed circumstances and missed the opening act, Hospitality. I often give the openers a listen and was disappointed to have missed them, so while en route I texted:
Cracky: How was Hospitality?
Moist Rub: Monotonous.
So there you have it. Hospitality is monotonous. Just like these reviews.
I arrived and found Moist Rub in the back of the club, also known as the grumpy, old music critic section. A couple songs into the show I made my move and positioned myself a little closer to the music and center stage, near the sound booth. Moist Rub followed me the same way a shot of tequila usually follows another shot of tequila, until the worm is begging for mercy and the cops need to be called. But I digress. We don't talk much. There's really no need for it. But I think the show can be summed up by a brief conversation we had between songs in the encore:
Cracky: You know what I like about them?
Moist Rub: Their ability to transcend gender roles in rock, yet maintain a simple sexuality without even trying?
Cracky: Well, yes, but I was just going to say that I like that they don't play their guitars like girls.
Moist Rub: Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. They don't look like girls when they play.
Moist Rub: I'm also capable of transcending traditional gender roles. Want to talk about your feelings?
Cracky: Shut up, Carrie is talking.
Wild Flag. They don't play like girls. Crack Approved.