This was precise, free, unlimited, insane music. These guys could do anything. They had no ceiling. And this was before the encore. They ripped through “Stop,” a thundering song, after a short break, complete with Turner [Been] nearly tipping over his bass rig in ringing out every last note. After about two hours, I was beyond help. I had just seen a band channel everything from Woody [Guthrie] to Sonic Youth in one sitting without so much as blinking. I bought their second record immediately after the show, and as I write this, there it sits on my turntable.
BRMC blows away all preconceptions 

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