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It's a good thing Elevator Action's raw, snarling pop-punk had it going on since my last gig of the festival, Black Moses at the Ritz' Blender balcony, made my ears bleed. Rock & soul may wax and wane in quality and relevance, but belief in its sonic power had brought several Charlotte acts and myself halfway across the country to Texas, the belly of the beast itself. America's heart-worn highways haven't lost the spirit of liberation yet.
