Concert review: The Cynics at the Double Door, Chicago.
There's always a fear when seeing a favorite band again after a long break
that they will no longer live up to your expectations. What if in that
interval they've started to suck. I was relieved to discover that the
Cynics have not started to suck. It was debatable which wail was more impressive,
Michael Kastelic 's vocals or Gregg Kostelich's fuzz-covered guitar chords.
Michael banged his tambourine with such ferocity that I wondered if he ends
up covered in self-inflicted bruises. He punctuated their straight-up
garage rock with lots of Iggy wiggles and bug-eyed craziness. There
was just purity to it, the complete distillation of rock. I was in