The Picturebooks

It was my first The Picturebooks concert. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was mainly curious how just two guys could create such a ruckus.
And, boy they can. I'm really not sure how they stack up against the best guitarists or drummers (since I don't play either instrument), but I was mesmerized by their sheer energy, focus and drive. They sure are one of those bands that put their albums (which are themselves great) to shame in their concerts. They are raw, primitive, furious, angry and original. Their vast world of endless desert, native rhythms and (I believe) love of bikes has been spiced by dashes of Morricone and Seasick Steve (sorry guys, this is what it sounds to me) on their later works. They motored through the concert so forcefully I couldn't believe it was over (and it was a good sixteen songs on their setlist), there was never a moment where they would let go and take a breather. And to top that off, they managed to come over as the kindest and gentlest human beings who were just happy we gave them a listen.
I'm 51 and I drove 800 kilometres to see their show, and I'll definitely try to see them again. Kudos.