So, is it safe to wonder just how a "Mojo" might rise, considering the fact that it's stuck? Atlanta's "Stuck Mojo" proves they're in no way, shape, or form stuck in any one particular gear on this dramatic display of gut-wrenching Rap-Core Metal in front of a packed closet full of enthused onlookers hanging on every note that grinds out of the speakers.

As far as live recordings go, this one is almost too clean - a testament to modern day production technology perhaps, but there's little doubt they poured their heart and soul into this tightly structured performance. The seventeen tracks cover everything you've grown to love and/or loathe during the band's progression from angry to downright pissed off. "Crooked Figurehead" leads an assault on our most exalted elected official, the posterboy for poor judgment preparing for his final run downstream. Wwo songs later, "Rising" raises the roof and probably more than just a crowd rider or two.

Never a big fan of these groups that arrive all too frequently with some sort of critical message for the masses, while tending to stagnate in their own self-indulgence, and while the jury's still out on these guys, I'll admit there is a certain vibe they possess that says they got more going for 'em. "Not Promised Tomorrow" goes over well, as the band and audience share their sentiments on future uncertainty. As these things usually go, a good song that clocks in and out way too quickly.

Two new studio tracks find their way to the conclusion of the show, which ends with the explosive (hey if it's there, why not use it, right?) "Pipebomb" - they being "Reborn" and "My Will," both creatively accessible without abandoning the strength and persistence "Stuck Mojo's" been built upon.