Still, greatness triumphed. Haynes’ voice poured out the sufferin’ soul on “Banks of the Deep End” — a crowd-stroking marriage of “Ohio” and “Hotel California” — and milked a miraculous range of tonal shadings from his Gibson palette, with the Firebird an especially unearthly howlmaker. Drummer Matt Abts flogged the butt of the beat with clean, deep power. And Danny Louis’ densely distilled keyboards really spiked the punch. By the time they slammed into the chopped-chicken riff and speedball jam of “Mule,” their hair was on fire, there was wiggling in the aisles, and the bars were drunk dry. (Greg Burk)