It’s no coincidence that the lead singer of The Lonely “H” was wearing a Lynard Skynard t-shirt. The troop of blond bombshells, a lead singer with keyboard, lead guitarist, base guitarist, and brunette drummer, were exceptionally reminiscent of the early 70s. Their show started off with an explosion of hard, heavy guitar chords that encapsulated every element of southern rock. Whining twangs and screeching licks from the band pumped The Casbah full of raunchy cadences and dirty south rhythms.

While the adorable lead and bass guitarists belted out powerhouse electric cacophonies, the tall, extremely lanky lead pounded away on his electric key board in high-pitched harmony. His vocals were comprised of high pitched euphonies and shrieking arias. As his fingers danced across the keyboard, his knees would knock together, his elbows flapping, and his lips curling around every syllable. His soprano squeals seemed to get caught in his throat, producing a smooth, shrill choking-like style of singing. It seesawed up and down constantly, remained very off-tempo, but in perfect unison with each song’s vibe. His critics would say he’s a counterfeit Robert Plant – I say he’d make Robert Plant jealous.

Every member of the band brought an exceptional amount of talent to table. The lead guitarist’s fingers were constantly zipping up down the neck of his guitar as he plucked and strummed, twittered and fiddled with strings. His playing was continuous, hard, sharp, and thundering with exploding chords. The toe-head bassist was completely in his own world the entire show. Eyes closed, fingers dawdling, he silently mouthed the lyrics the lead singer belched, and swayed side to side in time with a rhythm all his own. The drummer was incredible. He hammered the drums, delivering wallop after wallop in amazingly fast pace. From hard southern rock to soft southern blues he kept the crowd at Casbah dancing, clapping, and singing along.

Overall, the performance astounded me. It was like I was watching an early snapshot of either Skynard or Zep – the quality of talent, skill, and presence was that intense – but these young boys had a style all their own. They are on top of their game, and provide this generation a strong dose of 70s-era excellence.