The guest lead singer, David Brock, was in a tough situation. It's inevitable that either he'd blamed for being an imitator or criticized for insinuating his own creativity on tunes that fans know note for note. Clearly he's studied plenty of Jim Morrison footage and he looks the part. He nails old Snake Eyes' mannerisms and prowls the stage. His presence seems so authentic that it's a little unnerving. He lacked only the leather pants and Morrison's penchant for inciting the audience. The thing is, he sounds really good—probably better than Morrison did at many performances during his short life when he was wasted out of his gourd. Brock filled in the lead spot for a missing legend and made it work beautifully. That was the biggest and pleasantest surprise of the evening.
Phil Chen and Ty Dennis provided an authoritative thump on bass and drums, respectively. Dennis nailed John Densmore's best-known licks. Chen had the distinction of recreating the bass sound of a group that often didn't have a bassist, yet his musicality and stage flair helped provide the backbone of this compelling show.
The light show/footage/animation leaned more toward contemporary psychedelia than nostalgia. Combined with a packed dance floor, little ventilation, 98.6-degree heating, very loud amplification, and the aroma of skunk and burning sagebrush, the Wayback Machine was in full gear.
Why wouldn't these guys keep playing this music and giving us the times of our lives?