The stage lighting really does create a mood, and an implied persona for each Illbilly: Joe, the slightly muted, reliably hatless quiet one: JB, the firey-red, face-affixed-to-microphone, water-drinking one: Jack, the invisible yet assumedly also somewhat reddishly concussive one: and Peter, the blue-green, underwaterishly clinging to a giant plank of mahoganyish bass for dear life one. BUT then I suppose every band seems that way onstage.