Lately, Too Much Rock has been all about the quickies, and without so much as a "kiss my foot" or "have an apple." Sorry about that, but not that sorry.

Promptly at 8:00 The Eradicats hit the stage. The four-piece isn't exactly new, but it's still in its honeymoon stage with Kansas City audiences. I'm firmly in the infatuation stage. The quartet is indie rock with a twee aesthetic and a wicked sense of humor. Short songs – really short songs – permeated the set. Vox are split between Josh Thomas and partner Kristi Who. Conversations are had. There was a lot of inside baseball in songs like "Serious Medical Condition" and "I Ate a Sandwich" – both tackling big issues with humor. A lathe-cut 7" of new single "Performative Outrage" was available at the show, but somehow I missed it. Blink and you miss a lot with this band. Like when the audience demanded an encore after a criminally short set, only to be teased with the twenty-second "One More Song." Come for the wit, stay for the pop hooks.

The Uncouth is not twee. The Uncouth is oi – the notoriously aggressive working-class and street-level offshoot of punk. But I guess the musicians are kind of cuddly now that I think about it. Anyway, the lads started with "Adam's Got a Box Cutter" and ripped through nine more before they were done. There were fewer sing-alongs than usual, with an increased number of shout-in-solidarity agitprop taking their place. But the quartet never skimps on the melodies or the vocal harmonies, no matter the setlist. "One Less Enemy" was a powerful new one that sounded like an old one. Between songs the band's banter excoriated bosses, Trump, ICE, the police, and fascists. The wild crowds the foursome once drew have settled down, but the room still shouted along to the anthemic "Know Your Roots" and, of course, the gang's ubiquitous cover of "Because You're Young." A few even danced. Just a few though.

Then there were NYC ska legends The Toasters. It's been forty-five years since frontman Rob "Bucket" Hingley took the radio-friendly pop elements of the UK's 2 Tone, merged it with NYC punk energy, kicking off ska's third wave. It's likely that the band has had a hundred members since then, but The Toasters and Bucket tarry on. Thankfully, the guitar pop of "Pirate Radio" was a delight, the percussive rush of "Decision at Midnight" sounded great, and the horns in "East Side Beat" were jazzy and superb. Hingley rambled a bit between songs, offering a bit of reactionary libertarian-leaning politics, but it was at least genuine banter, not something rote, rehearsed, or rehashed. He certainly seemed more engaged than the last time I saw the act decades ago.

The band closed with working class anthem "Don't Let the Bastards Grind You Down" which got much of the audience shouting along and a few more dancing. The quintet then offered a two-song encore ("2-Tone Army" and "Talk is Cheap") to wrap up their now-standard thirteen-song set that clocks in at just under one hour. How about that! Too Much Rock and The Toasters agree – there's nothing wrong with a quickie.