He isn’t cute. There is something off center about him as a performer, a sort of nolle prosequi which was at the heart of both punk and No Wave: he doesn’t play nice. This saves him some headaches, among them the question of aging and it gives stuff like “Design To Kill” an entirely timeless quality: it exists in its aggression.
Vinny held down the beat on his rhythm guitar, Ed complemented Bucky and Bucky and Frank traded finger picked licks that swung from the rafters. Bucky has lost nothing, he is all tactile swiftness and deep smiles with Frank keeping an eye on him, waiting for a nod from the master to take over.
The audience let its hair down and Doncker had them snapping their fingers and stomping their feet throughout the show. A master master of ceremonies, Tomas directed the full stage with a sure handedness that soon transcended to rock star cockiness. True Groove has arrived.
