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Once, the piano had equal footing with the guitar when it came to pop music. Then Dylan went electric (we’re still bitter) and the rest was history … for about a decade, until that whole “synth” thing—you know what, nevermind. Point is: our point doesn’t hold up under the barest strain. The point, also: this Philly cheesesteak of a band expertly drizzles acoustic piano over the thick-sliced brisket of guitar and percussion, and sandwiches it inside a steaming loaf of … of … they’re friggin’ good, okay?
[Thu 6.21.12. 158 Brighton Ave., Allston. 617.779.0140. 6pm/all ages/$15. @Jukeboxtheghost. brightonmusichall.com]