I’m supposed to cuss less these days. But shit…I was tired from a Southwest flight back from Chicago earlier this evening where I was berated by the guy next for me for being a leftist Marxist. Oh well. As I pounded about four slices of pizza into me for my daily nutrition, I ventured straight into the LA Night to see Pop Levi absolutely fucking explode and deliver at The Echo last night. Pure combustion, in the form of an energetic, burning musical call-to-arms, I was awakened as this trio crushed their set last night. Rock and roll is not just about music, it is a state of mind and Pop Levi wowing the crowd with a sound that tickled deep into this mans’ tired, very tired, body is what rock and roll is about.

Pop Levi delivered through a set with a resounding drum and bass the oozed pure rock that brought me back to a different era. The power of a show like last night’s is that when you shrug off the day you just had, the mere thought of experiencing a set like last night, actually motivates you to push to another level, like their set did last night. With a voice that resonated off the storied Echo stage, a crowd was left needing more. A short set delivered with a hard-hitting drummer that kept on coming and coming, setting a rhythm that just took hold of you and would not let go. Last night Pop Levi’s performance re-confirmed something I have always known.

You are either rock and roll or you are not. You are really born into it, it is a gift and you cannot fake it. These guys dripped rock and roll, that state of mind that lets the peeps in the audience hear every note as if played for them only. You know that feeling you get, when you feel that you just witnessed something special. So very special, you wish it would not have ended. Here is to the Southwest crew that got me home earlier then expected so I could listen to Pop Levi.