We walked across what felt like the Sahara Desert (but was really just the full length of the festival) to see Ani DiFranco's Dick, and I'm glad we did. The five-piece from California gave us the punky punch we needed, and get total respect from me for being mostly clad in the punk uniform of all black, despite the blazing heat. The band sounded raw and spunky, and even though there was a little physical shakiness (from nervousness, heat exhaustion or being hungover, I'm not sure), but you'd never know it by listening to the group rip out quick, snarky tune, one after the other.
-The Horn
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