No buts about it folks, The Rumble Strips, even in a venue emptied out after the local opening act's set finished, brought the rock hard as the iPhone tries to represent here. The blurred specter is not the drummer smashing a lone tom, he's the bassist, Sam Mansbridge, and he's smashing not only the tom but the tambourine he is vigilantly clamping against the tom, an impromptu instrument the band's wikipedia page refers to as the "Rumble Drum". The guy playing bass, Tom Gorbutt, eight bars from now will be back on rhythm guitar as he hands off the bass back to Mansbridge and when the three minute fifty-eight second Motorcycle is done pounding veal like an Italian kitchen, Gorbutt is back on sax his most full time spot on the band. The Rumble Strips put out the sound of a very large band with a formidable intensity and an obvious sense of playing just as much for themselves as anyone who may or may not be listening and this is the central dogma of rockin' out.
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