Randy Williams brings his Kentucky roots to the saddle-seat bar at Gilley's Saloon, guitar and mandolin in hand, running through a set list that jumps from classic country twang to grunge riffs without missing a beat. He's logged plenty of miles playing rooms from the Gulf Coast to Nashville to Memphis, and that road experience shows in how easily he shifts between eras and genres - one song might be a barroom country standard, the next a nineties rock anthem, the next a pop hit everyone in the room knows the words to.

Inside the wood and leather saloon at Treasure Island, with the Gilley Girls working the floor and drinks flowing at the long polished bar, Randy's afternoon sets fit right into the Wild West-meets-Strip atmosphere. It's the kind of show where you can grab a stool, order a beer, and let the mix of familiar hits carry the afternoon along.