Wednesday after Midnite might not be the best time to play a live show in Williamsburg, the kids gotta get to their lattes in the morning, but does Justin Sullivan care if there are 20 or 200? With his current line-up he looks again like a british pop star from the eighties, but the furor of early NMA gigs is gone. Sullivan, an accomplished guitarero, leaves most of the guitar duties to a grim looking hardrocker and his keyboard hippie, who looked extemly tired and had to steady himself with one hand on the rim of the keyboard through most of the gig. Nothing against such types in the studio, they are usually pretty good producers, but on the stage, especially next to the eye rolling growling Sullivan, you gotta get the moves on. The set wasn't very impressive, almost nothing from Thunder and Consolation or No Rest, but a lot of the doom stuff, for example "Here comes the War," and that's kinda scary to sing along these days in America.
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