Stroud hunched over his guitar all night, looking like he'd just crawled out of a cave; his shaggy mop of shoulder-length, dark hair
flipped in front of his face and shrouded what his beard didn't already cover. Mast, the taller, cleaner cut and more parent-friendly
of the two, politely addressed the crowd as "nice people" and provide the crafty bass lines over which Stroud's melodies slid. A salute to
whoever conducted the lights: When Stroud got on his knees in a cloud of smoke, launched into a grand gesture of a guitar strum and that huge flash of white light exploded behind him, it was [SpinalTap]-magnificence in the best of ways. So perhaps when an updated
version of the famous 1980s WWF tagteam [The Bushwackers]( emerges from Brooklyn, the team can borrow not just the Ratatat music, but also the smoke machine and the lighting master.