Finally made it to Barboza for a show, cool space fer sure.  Long and narrow with gorgeous bar, curtains hung on the walls, big mirror at one end and stage at the other, with freaked out, hallucinatory, Lynchean blue lights illuminating the band, who were Limes from Memphis, countryfried rocknroll, with a classic crunchy SG guitar sound, drummer with muted snare that sounded sweet, female bass player, all evoking that early nineties sound, like Grifters, Bassholes, etc., lines like “Don’t want to break your hand punching the wall” and their record was recorded by Doug Easley, speaking of Grifters, Memphis and analog street cred. Cool shit.