One might assume, in the waning days of a six-week Las Vegas residency, that aging operatic rock singer Meat Loaf, 66, would phone it in a bit. But Loaf’s Rocktellz & Cocktails remained fiery as the finish line drew closer. Let me be clear: He wasn’t in fine voice, but he’s always been a visceral, not a technical, singer–a Bat Out of Hell rather than a nightingale from heaven. He looked sweaty and gross, but he’s always looked this way. He cracked jokes about his appearance. But once he stopped talking and his explosive six-piece band–with ferociously throated backup singers–ripped into dark, throbbing tunes “Life Is a Lemon and I Want My Money Back” and “Paradise by the Dashboard Light,” the reasons for his ’70s heyday became evident. In an era of anemic pop, Loaf’s messy grandiosity sounded vital. ★★★☆☆
Best of the City 2016
Our seventh annual celebration of all things Las Vegas, from the best place to fix your speeding ticket to the best Bloody Mary.