Have you ever been through rock-show fatigue? It's happened to me a couple of times. Here's how it happens: It's, let's say, a Tuesday night, and a band you like is in town. You're not really sure you want to go. A big part of you would rather stay home and watch TV and sleep. But you like this band, and you don't know when they'll be in town again, and maybe your friends want to go. So you drag yourself out the door, hoping for something transcendent to happen. Nothing transcendent happens. Instead, you find yourself maybe slightly high or slightly drunk, standing there and wondering why you're there at all. The club is maybe half-full, and nobody seems excited to be there. The people in the band are having an off-night, and they know it, and they don't care enough to disguise it. The people in the crowd stare blankly, and maybe a couple of people try to do something that looks a bit like dancing. You look around, and the whole crowd is old guys, or maybe it's prematurely old guys, 23-year-olds with glasses and big beards. And you wonder why you're there, why you ever go to shows like this, why you thought you could find anything resembling excitement on a night like this. I bring all this up because there is a cure, and that cure is PWR BTTM.