Since 1998, when he broke through to the mainstream with his head-rattling, rump-shaking explosion of rap-rock swagger, “Bawitdaba,’’ Kid Rock has shown remarkable staying power.
Others may be better songwriters, singers, or rappers, but few artists work as hard and have as much fun as the relentlessly proud son of Detroit. Over the years Rock has shrewdly, and sincerely, refined his good-time sound to land comfortably at a spot where Bob Seger intersects with Run-DMC, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and AC/DC. That’s a hell of a crossroads and Saturday night at Comcast Center, in front of one of the season’s loudest crowds, Rock worked it like the world’s most badass and excitable traffic cop.
With the able aid of his crackling Twisted Brown Trucker Band, and with the occasional assistance of pole dancers and pyro, Rock sprinted through his catalog - from wriggly-browed raunch to heartfelt heartbreakers - with a natural-born sense of showmanship and the mischievous grin of a man who knows the party whereof he speaks.
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