The Smokestacks bring their gut bucket blues to the Sand Dollar Lounge, that worn-in shrine to the genre where the walls have absorbed decades of slide guitar and cigarette smoke. This is a room that remembers Muddy Waters and B.B. King, and bands that play here tend to lean into that history rather than away from it - raw, unpolished blues built on twelve bars and a whole lot of feeling.

Expect the kind of late-night set that doesn't need a big production to land. Just tight musicianship, some grit in the vocals, and the low hum of a crowd that came specifically for this sound. No cover, no fuss, just a bar doing what it's done since the 70s.