A dash of Byron Stingily, extremely sparingly smattered.

Kelis. As little as possible. Who is this? And why? That’s all...why?

Duane Harden. Ouch. Soul crooning minus the soul.

Len. One hit. Too often. Too bad.

Splender. As much as you can handle. As often as possible.

Bake at extreme heat for only thirty minutes. Let simmer for four hours or so.

Splender, (whose pseudo-hit “Yeah, Whatever” may be swimming around your head right now), put on quite a show in the little-more than half an hour they had the stage in this debacle of an evening. Tight, efficient, and with some new arrangements to boot, the guys managed to save the evening’s stew from total putrefaction.

Indulge freely in them, beware of all other artificial ingredients.