” I know one thing,” declares singer Michael Fitzpatrick near the opening of his set — his mop of hair and brow already caked with sweat after a mere three or four songs – “WE DON’T NEED NO LOVE SONG!!” And predictably for fans, the 8-piece thus dives head-first into their song of the same title, off their head-spinning debut.
But when you look around, there’s room for nothing but love at the ‘ol El Rey tonight. Couples of all ages and races and lifestyles are groping each other, cuddling, coddling; Fitz and his gang are clearly an audio aphrodisiac and I’m going to start buying some of their records.
