“Neo-Classic Rock” is an apt way to describe Reno Bo’s style. Their music follows in the footsteps of those great groups from the 1970s, never aping a particular band, but every once in a while you can hear echoes of the likes of Boston ringing from their amps. Their lyrics also have a sort of old-school feel to them: on one ballad, the singer croons the saccharine-sweet line, “I see stars when I’m looking into your eyes.” Keeping with the retro theme, the outfits could have been borrowed from the closet of Steve Miller or Van Halen – lots and lots of denim. The bassist was wearing moccasins (perhaps a ‘60s throwback?), and I hope the other guitarist/singer was aware that, with his long dark hair and basic tee/jeans combo, he had quite a Mike Myers from Wayne’s World thing going on. (I also hope that he doesn’t still live in his mother’s basement and date a psycho hosebeast.) Reno Bo ended one of the best Basement line-ups I’ve seen in a while, and in my honest opinion were not the most interesting act that took the stage Sunday night. (With their updated take on the British Invasion—powder blue suits, light-up mike stands, and raw boogie-woogie rock played on gorgeous vintage instruments—Dozen Dimes stole the show for me.) However, I will say this: Reno Bo’s drummer looks a bit like Steve Buscemi with a Jesus haircut, and plays like a cross between Animal and a very rhythmic octopus.–Christine Smith