Buzzy SoCal dudes with mellow surf-bum ‘tudes, the Growlers kick out scruffy, sloppy jangle-pop jams that sound like they were rescued from some moldy Merseybeat compilation; imagine a kinder, gentler Black Lips, or maybe an alt-bro Vivian Girls. No word yet if they’re named after the large glass vessel the Times recently dubbed “the beer accessory of the moment.” Seems like a good bet, though. With Grey Goods and Byrds of Paradise.
Sun., Feb. 14, 9 p.m., 2010
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