For our efforts we were treated to a roughly half hour set of sonic awesomeness that channeled Geezer Butler through a pair of waifish riffers who hammered away on Sabbath-inspired hooks while producing vocal harmonies (If you can call them that) worthy of the name Tweak Bird. Like a middle-aged John cruising the streets of their hometown Los Angeles, the Tweakers didn't go in for a lot of talking. They went about their business before a somewhat puzzled, but not totally sedate crowd of beanie-wearing Dude Bros who despite their own penchant for conformance seemed to appreciate the Tweakers' sonic singularity. Oh yeah, Kandi Coded played, too.