Truth be told, I wasn’t even planning on writing a review of tonight’s show. By the time I arrived, I had already missed the opening acts and I was in a bad mood. Long story.
Besides, I had already seen TKK many moons ago back in the 90s. Twice. From the minimalist twin drummer assault to the sexy/sleazy cabaret, every TKK performance was different. And even though my memory from those free-spirited days during the Clinton Administration may suffer from, shall we say, substance-altered recollection, TKK brings back a great sense of nostalgia.
So my question was: How does the band hold up after 30 plus years? How much have they changed? How much have I changed? These are the things running through my mind as I walked into the Music Box on this Friday night.
My concerns were for naught.
Not only does TKK still deliver the goods, but this was by far the best I’ve seen them live!
The lineup is stripped down to the quartet of Groovie Mann, Buzz McCoy, Mimi Star and Justin Bennett. Simplicity works well for TKK in this straightforward approach.
The set was comprised of career highlights that kept the crowd pleased, but this was no crusty nostalgic stroll down memory lane as much as a showcase of why the band has indeed endured for so long. There was nothing schmaltzy about this. Nothing over the hill. Not even the crowd, as many younger faces mixed in with the more obvious longtime fans.
Fresh energy was brought to long-standing classics with power and enthusiasm that newer bands could stand to take heed.