They've got what it takes to fill the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater fit to bursting: the amps cranked, the hair flying, the smoke machines, the merch, the hot ladies in cut-offs showing their titties. Well, OK, not everything, but you can hear them from the parking lot; they do have wind-blown manes (courtesy of the electric fan on the floor); smoke does come out of Frankie's (that's the band's mascot) nostrils; and there are hot ladies in cut-offs – except they're leaning against the bar, shirts on, drinking cans of Pearl, and leisurely tossing their tresses to note-for-note covers of the Nuge, Motörhead, Sabbath, Maiden, and the like. Yeah, it's just another Friday night at the Poodle Dog Lounge, and Texecution are playing balls out until last call. Good news for available guitarists, bad news for the rest of us: The band recently announced that they are looking to replace their irreplaceable axeman David Garza, who has left the band. Later, Garza. You will be seriously missed.
