From there on out, it was a fucking dark and powerful affair. The crowd was a definite Bomb-loving group of folks, ready to see the sacred wunderkind rip it up, and they did, probably louder and darker and scarier than I've ever seen them play. They also announced before this all started that they would be playing a free show at the Eagle Tavern's second anniversary party the following Wednesday, a surprise bit of news that nearly put me through the roof. Not only would this show not be their final show after all, but their true final show would be held in a bar that I frequent, have dj-ed at before, and it is one of the few gay bars around that ever plays Bomb's music, or rock and roll for that matter. I'm glad that someone has the sense and sensibilities enough to remain true to that detail, and the Eagle Tavern has for two years now, peeling back the many layers and upholding a fundamental and honest sense of tradition that most have forgotten.
Faggots are so fickle.
Well, they are. It's always a pleasure to find him in the booth. By the time Bomb took the stage, I was feeling pretty festive, satisfied to see that a number of people I had told not to miss this show were there and ready to be dazzled, mystified and blown away. After a few minor sound bugs were worked out, the band roared into a very long set, concentrating mostly on selections from Lovesucker and Hate Fed Love, plus a few from their earlier records. The dark and scary tone of the previous show was still somewhat present, but the quality that loomed more prominently over this set was one of distinctly solid musicianship.