The pretty-but-fucked-up vibe continued through a breathy, languorous version of Fleetwood Mac's “Never Going Back Again” (aka, “The Song Every College Guy Tries to Learn on Acoustic Guitar”). It's not hard to hear why the Mac were a phenomenon in the late-1970s. Even if they only had Buckingham writing songs, they would have had more hits than most bands could ever dream of.
Things would not stay sunny for long. The group launched into “Tusk,” the title track to 1979's beautiful disaster of an album. A paranoid, horn-driven half-rocker, its snaking rhythms make you shake your hips despite the creepy jealousy that permeates the lyrics.
He didn't let up for the set closer. “Go Your Own Way” ranks as perhaps Fleetwood Mac's most musically intense moment, a bitter and emotionally naked rattlesnake coil of a song. It did not disappoint as a capper, but the hip crowd new better than to leave. After a very brief respite, the crew returned to the stage for what turned out to be an elongated encore. “Turn It On” was somehow both knotty and anthemic, a fine example of Buckingham's mid-career craft. “These guys are truly my brothers. Every time we get the band back together, we keep getting better,” he noted with pride.