There’s very little you can say about Jack Hammer without using superlatives. I’ve had the privilege of watching them play on more than a few occasions, and this gig proved to be as brilliant, as inspiring, as any before. But this time it was Jack Hammer with a twist. Greg Georgiades was dropped into the mix, but the fit was like slipping on a trusty pair of old 501s after you’ve been sweating a dress suit at an unknown relative’s morning summer wedding.
Go read the review. Now, dammit!