On a pleasingly warm afternoon in early June, Little Feat brought its Last Farewell Tour to southern Massachusetts for a Sunday matinee. To the joy of the packed-in followers of the Feat at Indian Ranch- itself, celebrating the campground venue’s 80^th year- the venerable sextet rocked through a compact set of classics, past and soon-to-be. Likely a goodbye to this idyllic lakeside stage from this iconic band, it was an appropriately scorching one.

Opening with a swell from founding Feat keyboardist, Bill Payne, the six launched “Let It Roll.” And, they did. Ripping through an early run of songs, the group alternated between vintage Feat- with Payne leading his “Oh, Atlanta,”- and neo-vintage Feat, dropping in on “Hate To Lose Your Lovin’,” from the group’s first comeback in 1988. Tightly loose were the jams, passing batons from Payne to the dynamic duo of guitarists Fred Tackett and Scott Sharrard, held in check by a rhythm machine still running clean and mean, with Tony Leone on drums, and the longtime pair of percussionist Sam Clayton and bassist Kenny Gradney.

It’s the mix of newer blood- Sharrard and Leone- with the veterans of the ‘70s lineup that starred in everyone’s favorite cult band that makes undertaking a final tour certainly a choice rather than a necessity. This is a unit whose present energy is as palpable as ever. Take the mid-set stretch of cuts from last year’s LP, Strike Up The Band, as proof. Whether the churning grooves of “Midnight Flight” or the playful funk of “Too High To Cut My Hair,” the ensemble’s newest tracks, just as strongly, ride shotgun with “Spanish Moon” and “Skin It Back.”

As well, there was Payne’s poignant tribute to those Feat that have walked into eternity, as he dedicated “Time Loves A Hero” to seminal members, Lowell George, Richie Hayward, and Paul Barrere. And there was the revived, ‘90s-era coupling of “That’s Her, She’s Mine” and “Fat Man In The Bathtub” that winked to the ever-extending timeline. Not to mention a sizzling turn of the immortal “Dixie Chicken” into a blistering “Tripe Face Boogie.”

Feat closed without an encore. Instead, the six rock-and-roll doctors offered the capacity crowd one more chance to join the band. An audience call-and-response punctuated the gospel-tinged outro of “Feats Don’t Fail Me Now,” serving as Sunday afternoon’s parting anthem. Through lineup changes, and passings, and a music industry that never quite knew what to do with this collective, Little Feat has endured. Never failed.

Again, if this is, as advertised, the Last Farewell from this elastic, fantastic band, do not miss.