At the back of the stage, Gary whirls his arms like some demented juggler, creating furious rhythms & counter-rhythms while his feet create thunderous blows from below.

John is super-cool, the Iceman, with chunky subsonic bass counterpoint to gentle melodic scaling.

Dave, off to the left, gives birth to both swelling tides of pure sound and a wall of raunchy Hammond-based riffs.

Steve, all angles in light & shade, takes us through all the emotions of a true master of his art. One minute the scream of his Les Paul drives all to madness with raw emotion, then, all of a sudden, we are treated to sublime subtlety...when at the hands of his Stratocaster he moves the audience almost to tears, on the brink of ecstasy.

And at the front, Carl prowls the stage like a self-assured alley cat. Sure in the knowledge that all eyes & ears are upon him, hanging upon his every word & gesture, he howls & purrs his way through every song, every line, taunting the men and teasing the women just enough so that at the end of the night...both are satisfied while still hungry for more.