girly purple dress, cowboy boots, and pixie haircut.
Then they got onstage. The two of them and a woman named Elvis launched into tight, demonic, driving guitar chords. Leighton even started roaring into the microphone as if possessed. It was deeply guttural and tribal. And it was, at least to my ears, perfectly executed.
I've always wondered how folks can head-bang while playing the hell out of those guitars. At one point Elvis was playing one-handed while chugging her beer. I pointed out to my friend what she was doing, and I screamed into his ear, "She looks like a partyer." He looked up. "She looks like a woman that would kick my ass to me."
Punctuating the guitar chords on many songs were intense stops. (Some guy who was taking pictures while drinking beer straight out of a pitcher yelled "Oy!" during one of them.) Later, when I asked a deceivingly ordinary-looking Leighton about his stops, he said, "We do that a lot. Our drummer, Brian, is pretty good. He can remember when to stop. Drummers sometimes just go crazy and not want to stop, but he's really good."