Before the fan and faithful witness within rises and spouts tales of cryptic message, sacrilege and downright machiavelism, you must first truly understand regality of "the D."

Imagine (if you will), the cosmic forces of 'Molly Hatchett and Black Sabbath', bonding and forming a double-edged and caustic union. The spawn of this wretched mix: two men (of which one is actor Jack Black), two guitars, one vision...Tenacious D. Tongue-in-cheek, finger-up-your-arse humour - the ye ole gothic storytelling of Magnum - the melodrama of a frat boy’s musical plight to stardom. The joke is a reality, and Tenacious D will "rock your fucking socks off".

The MulletMan crew rolls out of the cab in a plume of ripe smoke.  Alas! Right before us is Atlanta's Tabernacle - an old, theatre-sized converted Baptist Church. Such a visage!  Red velvet carpet, graffiti and pipe organ -how righteously perfect!  Beer.  The opening band, GreasePaint takes the stage. Nothing to report here.  Let's move on.

At first, the theatre appears to be one of the grandest sausage-fests known to man. Then, from out of the dark, chicks appear from nowhere, and the D secure the stage. Two acoustic guitars, two guys, one vision... and they classically open with a cover of Queen's motion picture anthem ‘Flash’.  The sing-a-long has begun. Like a house party with four thousand of your best friends, the show has begun, and we’re riding high.

For the next hour and a half, the D lyrically weaves through American pop culture references and the grand, yet coincidental absurdity of quite possibly being, as self-professed, the greatest band in the world.  These two pied-pipers lead "their people" through the epic rock singles from their album, snippets of classic Saturday morning theme songs, and successfully play us all into their master plan of world rock domination.

After years of interviewing pop and rock stars on their rise and fall and learning the gritty reality of the music industry, for once, tonight’s an amazing treat and to be a fan among fans.  To be boisterous and belt out lyrics loudly with a group of friends and to not mind Paul from Consumption Junction pouring beer all over my head in his faux, post-mortem, drunken birthday state. We were fans, and Tenacious D rocked our fucking socks off.
(5/5)

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