Cowboy punk Jim Waithe earns his formal title with Southern-fried faux sermons on the sinful temptations of various body parts. He’s ruled the psychobilly country-rock subgenre for the past two decades with distorted versions of bubbly blues that might have been plucked from a sock hop in 1957 and deranged lyrics about getting epically shit-housed. Such behavior is probably advisable tonight, too, given that these outstanding two-minute bursts all feel a bit like getting trampled by a thousand pickled pigs feet. With Cracker and Miss Derringer.
Thu., May 27, 8 p.m.; Fri., May 28, 8 p.m., 2010