I already had my “OMG I’m actually seeing the Replacements” moment last September in Queens, but still: this is one of those bands that was massively important to me in high school, who I never thought I’d see reunite (or that I’d want to see reunite necessarily), and it turns out they still sound amazing and every chance to see them is kind of a head trip. And it’s sort of weird to see them having so much fun doing it. Paul Westerberg ran onstage to “Surfin’ Bird” in the beginning. They joked that they forgot where “C” was on the guitar, they teased “Love Will Tear Us Apart.” “Who wants to hear a song called ‘Achin’ To Be?’ Anyone know that song?” Westerberg asked. “I know a girl–” Tommy Stinson started to reply. “You know a girl…” Westerberg said back. “Right there, she likes the last record.” “It wasn’t on the last record, motherfucker … it’s alright, I didn’t like [All Shook Down] either.” Replacements shows unfold that way these days, with jokes and weird covers and frenetic blitzes through a ton of music in a short span of time. Hearing “Bastards Of Young,” “Left Of The Dial,” “Can’t Hardly Wait,” and “Alex Chilton” grouped close to the end of the main set is crazy overwhelming. Plus they added in “Never Mind,” one of my favorites. It was no less surreal seeing the Replacements for a second time, but it was also just as welcome. They should headline all the festivals.