2 p.m.: Fishbone. That drumming! This band blew onto the scene with an incendiary rock/punk/ska blend that, like predecessors such as Death, demonstrated the frenetic melting pot that informed bands before everything got all genred up. But at the core of it was funk, and nothing has changed in 2015. And at the core of funk is a majestic drummer. John Steward isn't up to the massive, back-facing glory of "Fish" Fisher, but he's still one of the best stickmen in the genre. Fishbone will start off almost gospel-tinged, slam on the brakes and hurl itself into the most frenetic punk. Steward held it all down (with precious little help from the bassist). Angelo Moore is still present, still full of energy and still acting as a vocal agent provocateur. The bummer was that, as Fishbone is wont to do, the tunes got a little jam bandy. Fishbone is best with the pedal jammed to the floorboard.

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