That was one of the most jaw-dropping Sisters Euclid shows I've seen. With as much respect as I have for The Orbit Room, and their hosting of Sisters Euclid for, what, the last decade or so?, it's a tiny place. At Rivoli, there was a lot more room to fill, and Sisters Euclid did that, wallofsoundly. The bigger stage gave the band members room to move, with Kevin shaking what he had, and rubbing the rest of it against himself a lot, and a finale that had Gary step out from behind the drum kit to the front of the stage and full-bodily and lungefully conduct the other three members, in a blamp!, blampblamp! kind of way. The new keyboard player, Mark Lalama, was a lot more present, sonically and musically, compared to the show I saw at The Orbit Room in December. (I think I had a flash-side* of Jeff Heisholt playing keys with them, visually and musically.) My life may be complete now. Aloha, Brad * Like a flash-back, but not flashing straight back to the way things were, more flashing over to the side to the way things could be.