As the house lights dimmed, and the P.A. pumped out background party music curated by the always-animated "Stroker Ace," Mike Cooley (singer, guitar), DBT assumed the stage, checked the levels and primed its artillery of Fenders and Gibsons for a marathon session of Southern rock hellfire-and-brimstone. Wasting very little time, the six-piece band lunged into "The Fourth Night of My Drinking" from this year's The Big To-Do.
Just like that, church was in session.
If the band seemed somewhat reserved, it only took a few songs for them to settle into the cut and relax. As is always the case with DBT, by the time they reached the chorus of "Where the Devil Don't Stay, from 2004's The Dirty South, each member looked as if they were having more fun than anyone else in the room.
Bassist Shonna Tucker's head served as the perfect metronome, while singer/guitarist Patterson Hood stomped his lurching legs in perfect unison. The whole operation started to gel perfectly as the band popped into the breakneck guitar romp, "Drag the Lake Charlie." John Neff"s pedal steel whined and squealed, providing an ideal swirling ambiance on top of the signature unadulterated DBT swamp rock.
After frontloading the first half of the set with newer material, both the band and the crowd were ready to dip into the back catalog hits. Almost twenty songs in, the band left the stage briefly to catch their breath -- and to let fans refill their whiskey glasses. As they reemerged, Hood approached the mic and pointed out that the night was in dire need of a song about "sister fucking." With that, DBT gracefully leaned into their twisted ode to incest, "The Deeper In" from 2004's Dirty South.
From there, they closed out the final stretch with newer staples ("It's Gonna Be I Told You So," "Self Destructive Zones") and older gems ("Zip City," "Let There Be Rock") from the band's defining album, Southern Rock Opera.
As if the crowd wasn't dazed and punch drunk enough, Hood made sure to deliver one final blow and led the band through a raucous version of Jim Carroll's "People Who Died." Hood hoisted the mic stand over his head and squealed out the lyrics in a manner that would have made the late Carroll proud as hell.
And with that, DBT sent the woozy fans back out to the streets with their heads spinning and hearts pumping. Just another day at the office for the always-electrifying DBT.
The Deeper In
A Ghost to Most
Ronnie and Neil
Self Destructive Zones
It's Gonna Be I Told You So
Let There Be Rock
People Who Died
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