This was my first experience with Thunderhead. The look of the show was fun and inventive, and while I could appreciate how well the band was able to play the complex arrangements and the extent to which the lead singer sounded like Geddy Lee, the sound mix was so far off that I couldn’t decipher a word he was saying. While I understand it was a rock concert, it was just too loud, in general. In the back of the balcony, I could feel my hair moving with the bass line and bits of confetti from some previous show were being dislodged one by one from the rafters. At one point, the warm-up act came out to provide back-up vocals, which was pointless, because you couldn’t hear her either. The subtlety and precision of Rush’s music was overwhelmed and overpowered as a result. Finally, I felt Thunderhead was a a little too in love with the deep cuts in this show. At least in the first half, the ratio of hits to b-sides was reversed from what you expect from a tribute band. I’ve listened to a fair amount of Rush in my life, and they played four songs I knew in the first hour of the show. Contrast this with, say, El Monstero, in which I could hear the individual lyrics and the set list was well-constructed. For all I know, things improved after the intermission, but I wouldn’t know, as I left. Admittedly, I was solidly in the minority, as most of the sellout crowd stuck around and seems to be having a great time.