There’s little else more divine than Motor City Drum Ensemble in the muggy haze of an Amsterdam Sunday afternoon. He’s cut of a rare breed: one of the spare few selectors for whom every draw from the bag is as triumphant as the last. This time was no different: belter after belter after belter, jubilantly flooded through the rotary dials to a crowd with more raised hands than we saw all weekend. Praise you, Herr Plessow.