Reviews

Pic by Glenn Waller

Pic by Holly Engelhardt

Steve Vai and his band leave the now-standing, ever-loving crowd sonically spent, having pumped out more notes in one night than most bands will in a year.

They return swiftly for an expected encore and continue their relatable positivity with an all acoustic singalong to Down This Road and Addicted, leaving each fan truly satisfied.

Far too quickly, it’s time for the last song, the powerful All Is Whole, which hits you right inside your chest and forces your heart into your throat. Let’s not leave it so long between drinks next time please Lawrence.

The Conjuring sticks the landing where Wan’s last film, Insidious, didn’t. The latter went all limbo, and camp and ineffective, whereas this film stays within its lore and boundaries, delivering on its long-con layup terrifically.

Punk goes acoustic.