Energy rose to dangerously high levels Tuesday night as the sweet music and mayhem of Pookey Bleum echoed once again from deep within the corridors of the Memorial Union.

The night was special, as former Bi-Fi Records band Pookey Bleum reunited to play one show at the Maintenance Shop and release a new EP, “Selfish Titled,” which features two new songs.

Fans were greeted by Pat Fleming’s fuzz-box guitar effects and frontman Aaron Hefley’s unmatchable confidence. The band played every song with just as much heart as the previous and the audience loved them for it. For every strum of the guitar, there came a gyration of the hips or a bob of the head from the super-charged crowd.

Fleming had stage presence down to an art. Every move he made was filled with unsurpassable animation. His dancing was as phenomenal as his guitar playing, and he performed with more energy than 20 first-graders after a Mountain Dew kegger. His demeanor was comparable to that of Pete Townshend, complete with a perfect rendition of Townshend’s trademark arm swing.

“It’s amazing,” said Matt Jones, junior in industrial technology. “If every band had a Patrick Fleming, their live show would improve by at least 30 percent. He’s explosive.”

Fleming was phenomenal, but the other members put everything they had into the performance as well.

Hefley’s confidence and commanding presence shined through every note of each of his masterpieces. His strong voice fit the frontman persona perfectly. Every word from his mouth tugged at the audience’s heartstrings as the band and the crowd became one with the music.

Hefley’s vocals didn’t need help, but the rhythm section delivered anyway. Melissa Sorbo’s bass lines and Jeremy Johnson’s drum beats matched flawlessly with Hefley’s rhythms and Fleming’s solos, thus completing the puzzle. Sorbo’s bass lines and her sweet, innocent voice were gorgeous, and her vocal harmonies fit together impeccably with Hefley’s melodies. Together, she and Johnson provided strong, praise-worthy rhythms for every song.

Johnson’s drumming was the epitome of what it means to play drums musically. He didn’t just pound the hell out of his kit — when the guitars were soft, he tapped the skins. When the music was driving, his drums were right behind the wheel. Every time he played a fill, hit the cymbals or caressed the high-hats, it was magic. Johnson’s composure was unmatched and his sense of rhythm was never a question.

Overall, Pookey was phenomenal. Their performance made me wonder how far they would have gone if they hadn’t broken up.

Unfortunately, the opening act, Joe Terry’s Sound Is a Moving Thing, was a different story. His performance was excellent, but the backing band almost ruined it for him. The dynamically challenged drums choked the vocals to death and the few words you could hear were impeded by the sad, off-key attempts at harmony by the backup band.

Terry’s performance wasn’t a total loss. Special guest Devon Frank’s musical versatility was showcased by his trumpet playing on two songs. The opening band even gave him a shot at a short trumpet solo, which he aced with no trouble.