Every year, Cowboy Mouth returns to Summerfest.

Every year, the band plays the same songs.

Every year, mostly the same people show up for the show.

Every year, lead singer Fred LeBlanc, makes the same comments and encourages fans to let go of their inner deamons and worries and instead, act like a bunch of crazy five-year-olds for a few hours.

In short, they've done this before.

But unlike some bands, which rely on the same old act to make a few bucks by touring, man, oh man, though ... the formula works works for Cowboy Mouth.

Despite what seemed like a much smaller crowd than usual, the rockers from New Orleans walked out onto the stage, kicked into gear and never let it.

That energy is probably the leading reason why this talented quartet, which has had just one mainstream radio hit ("Jenny Says") during the last decade continues to draw and entertain crowds, no matter how many times they've seen the show.

In short, nobody - absolutely nobody - brings it like Cowboy Mouth.

Opening the show with a brief sample of "Kelly Ripa," front-man and drummer LeBlanc kept the beat, moving quickly into "Joe Strummer," and "Light on Fire."

Moving along at a frantic pace is nothing new for LeBlanc, who quickly worked up his trademark lather -- and came on stage wearing a clock dangling from his neck in an homage to Public Enemy, playing next door at the U.S. Cellular stage -- while crushing his drum kit - to steal his phrase - like he just found it sleeping with his best friend.

Longtime and original band mate John Thomas Griffith, once again, provided strong and steady accompaniment; getting behind the piano and taking lead vocals for a few numbers.

In roughly 90 minutes, Cowboy Mouth blew through its catalog of sing-along rock jams, ballads and party songs with LeBlanc guiding the crowd through each number. Unlike many concerts, where bands use time in between songs to engage in mindless banter, LeBlanc keeps the chatter to a minimum. There is a nearly permanent beat behind each show and the downtime is used for a quick sip of water while LeBlanc seamlessly segues from one song or story to another.

What really stands out about this band is how the four members manage to take their different musical backgrounds and weave that into a simple, yet complex melting pot of rock, blues, soul, country and gospel - a finished product that soothes the ears, even if you don't like any one of those particular genres.

Bassist Regina Zernay, dressed like a fiery sex kitten in pink go-go boots and pigtails brings a flavor of punk to her playing while rhythm guitarist Jonathan Pretus picked with a steady workman like mentality to his performance. The two are rarely heard from during a show, but are vital parts of any Cowboy Mouth concert, providing more than ample foundation for LeBlanc's vocals and Griffith's licks.

The show was familiar. Many in the crowd have seen the band many times in the past; some were in Oshkosh Wednesday night for a show, others caught the band during their annual Mardi Gras stop at Potawatomi Casino.

The knew what they wanted to see and hear and Cowboy Mouth, with a formula perfected through years of touring, delivered.