That ain’t the real axl.
We’re still icing our eardrums after a busy weekend of live music and figured we would have recovered by now. But hey, it’s a good sort of hurt, you know? The sort of pain that you can put up with if it means you get to see the sort of bomb-diggity shows we did since last week’s riotously awesome and overtly self-aggrandizing edition of this column.
Thursday night we made a stop at Boondocks for a completely costumed set by Appetite for Deception, a, you guessed it, Guns N’ Roses tribute band that we graded as such. Dress: B+…Excellent pant tightness, great bandana usage, only knock was the gratuitous Axl costume change – into polka-dotted tights nonetheless. Vocals: A…that dude really sounded like Axl. Arrogance: C-…when we go to see a GNR tribute, we, as an audience, expect to be treated with little, if any, respect. These Appetite guys were like friendly crossing guards.

