One thing I know for a fact

I don’t know what it is. Something about Clutch allows them to play with just about any other band on the planet. This past summer they toured on the Sounds of the Underground tour with bands like Strapping Young Lad, Lamb of God, Opeth and many other hardcore or black metal bands and Clutch fits right in. Yet they can also tour with William Elliott Whitmore and it all seems natural. William Elliott Whitmore plays a banjo and sings southern soul music (pitchfork review here). But the Clutch crowd LOVED it. For some reason the combination is amazing.
Clutch kills it live. Drummer Jean Paul Gaster made Saturday night his night to shine. He was on fire and the rest of the band laid waste to Royal Oak. Absolutely killed it. 2 sets, 27 songs, and at the end of the night the crowd was still chanting for more. I’ve been to dozens of shows where people headed to the doors before the lights even came up (most disappointingly the first Black Sabbath reunion tour), but the at the end of this night the lights went up, the roadie signaled to the audience the band was done and started taking down equipment and the crowd kept chanting.
Everyone there realized that they had just witnessed one hell of a show and we’ll be lucky if we ever see anything like it again. I don’t think anyone wanted that night, that show to end. But it had to, and when it was all done I think we were probably all satisfied.
Here’s the set list courtesy of our friend Kevin:
Set 1
escape from the prison planet
mice & gods
gullah
pure rock fury
army of bono
10,000 witnesses
rock n roll outlaw
mob goes wild
profits of doom
sea of destruction
regulator
the incomparable mr. flannery
burning beard
Set 2
who's been talkin
ship of gold
elephant riders
Big News I ->
Big News II
100011
land of pleasant living
big fat pig ->
one eyed $
(in the wake of) the swollen goat
12 oz. Epilogue
cypress grove ->
the house that peterbilt
gravel road

Anyhow, here’s Gravel Road by William Elliott Whitmore. Enjoy

ps: I know ladies are going to want to give Kevin hand relief for providing the set list. Kevin has a wife. Her name is Monica. So all you bitches, hands off, he's taken.