An incongruent batch of bands. Each dispatched judiciously in exactly eighty-five words.

Teri Quinn & the Coyotes opened. Usual lineup. Same spooky folk. Unless it's reggae. No, it's not reggae, but John Goss (drums) and Carley Atwood (bass) knew how to hold a slinky groove. Quinn started on tumbling banjo before moving to electric guitar. Quinn made the whole audience howl like coyotes. There were strong solos from lead guitarist Landon Hambright. He knows how to make it howl. The final song was an outlier – extra witchy with an anthemic chorus and swirling guitar color. Blessed be.

Then it was North by North from Chicago. They're back every few months. Honorary locals. The duo is Nate Girard (vocals, guitar) and Kendra Blank (drums, vocals). Big riffs. Meaty solos. Some bluesy. Some righteous. Some poppy. He's a crooner with a solid range and fun screams. Blank pounded her kit, avoiding nuance until the middle of the set. Or maybe that's how long it took me to find it. "Rock & Roll Funeral" was a big, dumb blast from the '70s. Yes, that please.

Describing Jamogi & the Jammers' set requires too many words. Eight-piece party band led by Jamogi Bridges. Soul? Hip hop? R&B? Funk? Sass. There were snippets from a dozen timeless songs woven into originals. Ever want to hear "Rockin' Robin" with a proper Sam & Dave arrangement? Then meet the Jammers: Ellie Lane (vocals), Nick Foster (saxophone), Vandod Anderson (keyboards), Alex Chase (guitar), Sebastian Luzondo (bass), and Micha Cotton (drums). Tight as can be. Solos were taken. The lively audience did the Cha Cha Slide.

At 12:30 Heat Seger was handed the stage. Jamogi's dancers left. Rockers returned from their shadowy hiding places. Guitarists Joe Montanaro (aka Joey Rubs) and Pete Mouton shared the spotlight. Good vocals. Good harmonies. Mid-'70s power pop. Comfortable. Satisfying. Catchy. Brian Klein (bass) and Vincent Lawhon (drums) were chill. Jake Cardwell (auxiliary percussion) wasn't. He's the excitement. Montanaro was a golden retriever pretending to be a frontman. Warm. Friendly. Long-haired. Only a twenty-five-minute set. Heat Seger is still the most underrated band in Kansas City.

Sometimes Too Much Rock waxes poetically. Sometimes it's all business up in here.