People still throw up devil horns at rock concerts—both hands, full extension, a robust howl of "WOOOOOO!" to convey further enthusiasm—and I find that extraordinarily comforting. No sarcasm, no cynicism, no self-conscious "Free Bird" irony. It's an unabashedly retro gesture—if you were in a crabby enough mood, you'd almost call it "pre-Internet"—which makes it all the more heartening when the horns come out in full force at Roseland Ballroom Thursday night for Them Crooked Vultures, a band that, at the moment, pretty much... More >>>