Here's the print review.
Two warnings if you go see a show here. First and most important: Get your beer wristband before the show starts. The givers-of-wristbands had left the building by intermission, making me very sad. Second: Don't go outside, because security won't let you back in. I'm not sure if those rules were for this show only. Smokers, the venue has a balcony you can access from indoors, if you want to smoke.
These guys -- Ketch Secor, Morgan Jahnig and Willie Watson, from left to right in photo -- put on a hot show, and I have to say, it was getting a little stinky in the building by the end of it. People were working up sweat, many standing by their auditorium seats, choosing to flatfoot and bop around instead.
The beginning of the show was rough, sonically. Some high-end volume made my eardrums rattle. By the second set, that was under control, but then it was the audience cheers and applause that rattled the eardrums.
If I were betting, I'd put my money on the guess many in the crowd moved from the theater to some extremely wild parties.
The band is really good at covering those high-tempo, old-time dance numbers, and they've incorporated that vibe really well into their own songs. Harrisonburg native Ketch Secor, the frontman, spoke in a southern drawl that was kind of reminiscent of a hillbilly Foghorn Leghorn. But here's a little secret: In normal conversation, his dialect is closer to that of a laid-back, upstate New York guy.
That's not a knock on him. My own accent can drift between Northeast Tennessee and a couple of longtime childhood friends who had moved there from up north. But it was interesting to hear the one he chooses when he's onstage in front of a roomful of Southern rowdies.