Drummer Earl Hudson makes any other percussionist look slow and lazy, but the concert's star is frontman H.R., a legendary should-have-been who never kept his act together for long. Here, he's at his best. An unpredictable force of nature, H.R. goes from sedate to wild-eyed in less than a heartbeat at the start of songs, spasming across the stage, apparently unrestricted by any kind of conventional skeletal structure. Seldom have a performance and song title matched each other as well as "Supertouch Shitfit."
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