Is one good song enough to protect a band from the flaming pile of shit that’s the rest of their discography? In the case of Pittsburgh's Rusted Root, the answer is a resounding “Yes!” The song that shields the New Age, quasi-jam band, baja hoodie-wearing, folk- wankers from themselves is “Send Me On My Way” from 1994’s When I Woke. No matter how hard you try to resist its super-cute flute, hopping bunny bongo slaps, and intoxicatingly uplifting tribal vocals, it’ll blow a ray of sunshine so far up your jaded ass you’ll spin like the dizzy little flower-child you are. Like the best pop, it’s infectious and irresistible, and it reaches into damaged souls igniting a spark of pure joy. When vocalist Michael Glabicki proclaims “I would like to hold my little hand,” don’t be ashamed to follow suit. You know you want to, you fucking hippie.
Thurs., May 19, 7pm. $25. With Union Suns. The Note, 142 E. Market St., West Chester. 800.594.8499.
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