Vulture Shit


Hardcore’s default setting is a sort of heightened disaffection, a harried revulsion that – if done properly – doubles as a rallying cry for audiences. Vulture Shit ride this particular wave well, breaking off vaguely catchy, stop-on-a-dime fits of pique that clock in (usually) at less than two minutes and don’t feel yoked to the present. A “grand opus”, for this Brooklyn trio, is something like “Dinnertime”: four minutes of singer Randy Vandal dry-humping dining convention while the band grinds its teeth behind him.

Sat., May 31, 9 p.m., 2014