The body of work that KISS sets forth on the live circuit is intensely elaborate and monumentally thrilling. While this crazy and wacky bunch play the parts of fictitious shock-rock virtuosos, the truth is their music is anything but fake and their pageantry is straight up aces.

Canadian new-wave rockers, Metric, and Mexican psychedelic rock group, Zoé, teamed up to perform before a sold-out crowd at the gnarly Tabernacle venue. The night's outcome resulted in a downright sublimely perfect synth-ridden musical aftermath.

Mr. Luke Pritchard and his Kooks mates came into town to conquer hearts, fling out some indie rock melodies, and set in motion a shimmy shimmy vibe for those dancing feet.

Anderson .Paak combines the suaveness of Hugh Hefner with the dance bravado of Michael Jackson to a bottomless pit of sweet-sounding tunefulness and art. Anderson .Paak is the complete package.

III Points is about the art, the fans, local acts that need a spotlight, and of course, alcohol, food, and a few big names to horde in the crowds. III days of cool is promised; simply stated, mission accomplished.

All said and done, the night played out as a exceedingly lit affair. Mesmerizing technicolor illumination, infectious cowbells, eye-pooping moon-walks, and, of course, wicked tunes all come together during Young the Giant's wild and emotional spectacle.

The Bring Me The Horizon gang is well-versed in the languages of stagecraft and musicality. For roughly 90 minutes and across 16 bangers, the Coca-Cola Roxy crowd was treated to an elite level of pedal-to-the-metal rock -- that it will soon not forget.

Ultimately, Young Dolph gifted his faithful ear-to-ear smiles; as he musically rummaged through his extensive and distinguished discography. More importantly, Adolph Thornton Jr. left no doubt that the so-called King of Memphis is a legit motherfucking role model.