Taking in an Oingo Boingo concert is like drinking 15 cups of coffee or riding a roller coaster for an hour-and-a- half. Whatever the analogy, roughly 40 minutes into the band's high-velocity two-hour set at the Amphitheatre, you yearned for a ballad or even an oldie-but-goodie—anything to contrast the incessant flood of hyperkinetic rock-funk that pounded at your brain and tickled your feet. Thank heavens there wasn't a dance floor at the theatre that evening. The potential for coronaries from overboogying was high indeed.

To its credit, the Danny Elfman-led Oingo Boingo pumps out the kind of quirky, infectious grooves that would make George Clinton foam at the mouth. But while hook-happy tunes like "Nothing Bad Ever Happens to Me" show off the band at its warped best, this unwavering approach becomes annoyingly one-dimensional, causing the set to close out with a row of anti-climaxes. Still, if you ever need background music for a nervous breakdown, this band is for you.