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The Soundtrack of Our Lives

Wednesday, March 30, at the Bottleneck.

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By Geoff Harkness

Published on March 24, 2005

Let's face it: Rock and roll is on the respirator right now. Concert attendance is down, and ratings for rock radio have declined 20 percent in the past six years as listeners have gotten in touch with their inner 50 Cent. Which makes it even more important that the Soundtrack of Our Lives exists, keeping the spirit of guitar-driven noisemaking alive, kicking ass and doing split-leg jumps and six-string windmills that would make Pete Townshend misty. Simply put, TSOOL is one of the ten best live bands on the planet right now, an old-school mix of sweet licks and just enough alcohol to keep things interesting. The bearded, monkish-looking dude on the mike is Ebbot Bundberg, who's not a singer or a vocalist but a cock-rocking shaman who fills even the smallest venues with arena-ready moves.