Concert Review: The Entrance Band

In a face-melting fusion of hard rock and LSD, the Entrance Band churns out music that sounds like an acid trip gone straight to hell.

In front of a crowd dense with fringed leather and body odor, Blakeslee (a dead ringer for George Harrison circa All Things Must Pass) shed his shirt—and his inhibitions—as the Entrance Band began their set on the Jackpot on Saturday night in a masterfully spewed Jackson Pollock-like smattering of sound.

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