Barenaked Ladies
Friday, Aug. 15, The Met
Steven Page, the Barenaked Ladies' stout front man, told the audience early in the show that his zipper was down.
The crowd, a bobbing, grinning full house, wanted intimacy from the goofy quintet. Barriers, however, can be good.
They weren't to be found Friday, as the band welcomed the crowd into their world, a Nintendo-playing and beer-in-hand whirlwind of wit where potty humor is still funny and nothing is sacred.