Indiana fuck-fi band TV Ghost separate themselves from their cassettecore brethren by having the added bonus of actually being able to play their instruments, vacillating through spastic Cramps-like creeps, feedback-drenched Monks mutations, and demented Birthday Party bluster. A pure, black-painted bummer that holds a broken bottle to your throat and demands you sulk along. With Alabama daydream nation nightmare Wizzard Sleeve and sandblasted punx FNU Ronnies.
Thu., Oct. 8, 8 p.m., 2009
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