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To quote some enthused drunkard from late last night, Grace Potter fucking brings it. We saw her twice yesterday, first in front of Grand Central, and later at Brooklyn’s Southpaw. As enjoyable as the afternoon set was, the bottom of a skyscraper canyon isn’t quite right for the 23-year-old Vermont singer–the guy in the suit next to me used the beautiful gospel-inflected a capella tune “Nothing but the Water” to bitch about his doorman. Southpaw, grungy but spacious, was much better suited to Grace Potter and the Nocturnals’ brand of nasty blues rock. I won’t belabor the obvious–just listen for yourself: Grace Potter oozes talent, and she deserves to be huge. The Wood Brothers opened.

Here’s “Mystery Train”: