EXCEPT.
I had to wait several hours to get started on the out. One of those
hours was ill-spent listening to the pathetic GUSTER noodling on their
instruments, whining, "I'm your daddy now" and other out-of-place
sputterings meant to convey an estrogen imbalance, apparently.
Wow. I was absolutely FLOORED by their painfully-obvious delusions of
adequecy. "We're Guster. Please buy our CD." The singer actually
begged on stage. Now THAT"S comedy!
The band was so craptastic that I made a concerted effort to remember
the band's name so that I wouldn't accidentally buy their products.
Guster is radiant in their mediocrity!!! Hooray for shit!!!