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As the ghosts of so many mondo-cool rock shows of years gone by bounced off the walls of the empty pool that is Manhatan Square Park, The Younger Gang conjured bluegrassy boogiemen and specters of its own. This string-driven quartet takes the vintage patina of old-tyme music and applies it to a slightly modernized sound. And we're not just gonna thank/blame the electric guitar for this one, either. That's because before you set off two-steppin' to the band's exuberance, you've got to acknowledge the attitude -- an epic lyrical view and a willingness to walk the plank. As the bowl slowly filled with the faithful, the band rocked sturdy, tight and right. Michelle Younger's voice was bright and penetrating -- to the soul, not the ears -- as she kept up the rockin' RPMs on her banjo above the rest of the band's boogie-a-go-go. The majority of songs seemed minor-keyed and plaintive but The Younger Gang still buttered them in joy... infectious joy I still feel this morning.