Josh Ramselaar, Journalist

Past Dick Diver shows have been lax affairs; sometimes it seems like they’re almost about to fall apart. But tonight they show that they’ve managed to smooth the rougher edges without losing any of their charm.

As soon as Tyler gives the signal, the floor erupts into multiple circle pits and the whole room shouts in unison, “WOLF. GANG.”

Minor crowd grumbles aside, the show is a fantastic display of Blake and his band’s excellent musicianship and quality songwriting.

They play a few more songs, again mixing new and old before leaving the stage. They return for a quick encore and hammer out Lost Control, getting the crowd going crazy one last time.

With little warning, exactly an hour after they started, they finish their set, say thanks and that’s it. It’s their party and they’ll leave if they want to.

They have a lot of fun onstage as they pound out their bare-bones surf tunes.

Chuck D wastes no time launching into Rebel Without A Pause, demonstrating that his flow has lost nothing in Public Enemy’s 25 years.