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There’s no other band like Electric Six. Who else could sing about household cleaning products and make it sound so badass? Plus, Dick Valentine can reduce the host of Fox’ “it’s-irreverent-’cause-we-say-so” show Red Eye to a puddle of bootlickery, and thereby free us all from being judged by the company we keep.

Seven years in the business of show, as he reminded us on Sunday night with trademark cynicism, is a long strange trip. What gets them out of bed every afternoon? Love, that’s what. These dapper dons love you. They won’t pander for your applause — or rather, they will, because they trust you to take the lead, to get the joke, to enjoy life and not worry about how ridiculous you look doing so. It seemed perfectly apt, then, to see them on a Sunday night, the least rock & roll time of the week, when boys can be boys, and men can be boys, too, with Valentine’s overcompensating macho persona as guide. And they fucking delivered.

Love, freedom, dancing — these hippies performed all my personal favorites and promoted the new album, just like touring bands are supposed to do. Here’s as much of the setlist as I can remember, not in order:

High Voltage
Down at McDonellzzz
Dance Pattern
She’s White
Improper Dancing (with a long cheesy interlude between ‘Stop’ and ‘Continue’)
Gay Bar
Dance Commander
Dance Epidemic
Egyptian Cowboy
I Buy the Drugs (last one before encore)
There’s Something Very Wrong with Us So Let’s Go Out Tonight
Infected Girls
Formula 409
Body Shot

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