"In a town where people front so-called rock groups while sitting in chairs, where the vocalist's outfit is often more memorable than the music, where...scruffy beards in their grandpa's shuffleboard action slacks have elbowed out the rock 'n' roll impulse, the Barons hearken back to when seeing a band live was like a good, honest fistfight, not a chess game with Noam Chomsky." - D. Davidson, SFBG ... more