Pissed Jeans aren’t interested in tidy aesthetics, as their name would suggest; they tap into ’80s hardcore punk of the Flipper and Black Flag vein, and then muss it up some more with happily repugnant lyrics and sludgy, unswerving riffs. Hell, Henry Rollins never admitted to being “Ashamed of My Cum,” so the market’s wide open for these guys—and after two albums on Sub Pop and a slew of solidly uphill shows, there’s getting to be something downright savory about these Allentown, PA, dudes. Imagine Fucked Up, without as much nudity . . . but no guarantees. With Himalaya and Chron Turbine.
Fri., April 9, 9 p.m., 2010