It doesn't take long to fall in love with Bad Sports. The Austin/Denton trio serves up the majority of its bratty, hook-heavy punk rock in around two-minutes. The song lengths don't diminish any of the band's impact, either. Bad Sports plays its music as if it's being shot out of cannon, it's members white-knuckled -- barely holding on -- loving every second of the dangerous ride.

Drummer Gregory Rutherford and bassist Daniel Fried's styles are simplistic, pure, keeping the group's sound uncluttered. It's their approach that's key. They clearly have reverence for their roots. Their intense playing force and rigid control over every song's rhythm elevates Bad Sports' infectious melodies to the top of the heap.

The trio's music fully embraces the unpredictable, uncontrollable energy of a live show, warts and all. So what if guitarist Orville Neeley plays a wrong note? No problem. Tonight that's no mistake; it's just an off-kilter step in the song's chord progression. True rock 'n' roll. Transforming the ugly into the desirable. Chasing every guitar solo like it might be your last. Speaking of which, look for an Enchantment Under The Sea-era Marty McFly moment around the 2:35 mark in the video of the band playing at The Nightmare last Saturday ... you aren't ready for it, but your kids are gonna love it.

Haven't heard this one in a few years. It's a mover and a shaker.

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