Like the Dead Milkmen before them, Weston finessed a lovelorn and suburban Philadelphia childhood—chasing girls at the mall, buying Sex Pistols records downtown, running from the cops—into a decade’s worth of teenage rebellion. One of the last victims of a major-label system that routinely seduced, signed, and then shelved bands who’d outgrown the independent labels that nurtured them, the band broke up in 2001, ending an 11-year run. Three spontaneous shows in 2006 led to this year’s reunion tour. Anyone interested in feeling like a kid again should take note, and make time; as the band says: “If you’re not a teenager, you are tonight.” With Scream Hello, Love Automatic, and General Miggs.
Sun., April 6, 7 p.m., 2008