Our live review of Wednesday's ZZ Top show at Edgefield. Check out Mod later today for Marjorie's coverage of what concertgoers were wearing! (We're guessing a lotta denim, leather, and Hawaiian shirts.)

Going into this show, ZZ Top and Nashville Pussy as tour-mates seemed a little troublesome. Both celebrate straight-ahead, slightly Southern, blues-driven rock 'n' roll, but Nashville Pussy sounds like they pulled theirs out of a porn store dumpster. Odds are, their crude and crass lyrical stylings wouldn’t go down easy with the suburban moms and golf buddies that would no doubt be attending this show.

When NP kicked into gear, it seemed like all systems were a go, until this learned Nashville Pussy fan heard the first edited lyric, then the next, and then the next. Not only did they edit their tunes for a more family friendly crowd, they did it badly. An excerpt from their song “I’m So High”: “…and take a shit on the moon” became “…and eat an egg on the moon.” They were tight and they looked confident, but it was like watching an edited-for-TV version of Scarface.

Upon approaching guitar player Ruyter Suys in the crowd after the set and asking her why Blaine was eating eggs on the moon, she laughed and said, “We had to edit some stuff for this tour…and fuck you for knowing that!”

After a quick change over, and a silly short film featuring a scantily clad, large breasted woman, ZZ Top strutted out on stage. They broke into “Thank You,” and they sounded… real bad. Billy Gibbons and Dusty Hill were singing like two choirboys going through puberty trying to harmonize. Musically they were truckin’ along just fine, but if this was how it was gonna be vocally, we were in big trouble. Then, about two or three songs into the set, Gibbons found the pocket, Hill wrangled his wild voice, and they sounded great. A little warming-up for their whiskey soaked vocal cords was all they needed.

But honestly, how could they not sound good? These three men have been playing together for over 40 years, and any band that can create together successfully for over four decades has a bond stronger then brothers.

“We’ve been coming through Portland for 40 years,” said Gibbons, “…same three guys, same three cords,” he quipped.

The rest of the set they were 100 percent on. With just about every song, Gibbons and Hill had some choreographed, smooth moves. It was like watching Judas Priest with a drunken lean.

Just like any old band that knows what’s good for them, Top played the hits and crowd pleasers. During “Sharp Dressed Man” and “Legs” they played the classic music videos on the big screen behind them, which was quite a treat for this hopeless child of MTV. They even broke out the furry guitar and bass during “Legs.” Give the people what they want!

All in all, ZZ Top delivered a set worthy of their catalog and reputation. All the 40- and 50-somethings thank YOU.