The sky may have looked a little threatening, but from the tiny, easy-up-covered stage, Mike, Bruce, Rob, Dave, and Bob made everyone forget about the few raindrops that fell. They may still be struggling to settle on a band name (they were Bristlehead the last time I saw them), but their well-written songs had the whole crowd on their feet. This humble who's-who of Milwaukee (and Chicago) musicians makes it look effortless—and they’re definitely worth seeing, if you can find them.