It’s tempting to think of Allentown, Pennsylvania’s Pissed Jeans as Incesticide-era Nirvana with a less obfuscated sense of humor, a healthier frontman, and a hard-on for masculine self-immolation. In the foursome’s rotted, grinding guitars there is the warp of punk, the rank sludge of metal. One difference: Singer Matt Korvette holds a corporate day job and treats songwriting as a sort of anthropological therapy, which makes his screeds frighteningly relatable. Another: They aren’t constitutionally beholden to pop and so are free to embrace the noise sinkholes drummer Sean McGuinness’s old band (Air Conditioning) surrendered to on the regular.
Sat., April 13, 9 p.m., 2013