When: Fri., May 31, 9 p.m. 2013
LA lo-fi garage-trash outfit Pangea, which sprang from the brain of songwriter and front man William Keegan, has never been bashful about being a party band. And yes, they live like they sound. Their 2011 album Living Dummy (released by Burger and the Smell’s label, Olfactory) is snotty, fun, harsh, catchy, and crudely juvenile—as evidenced by “My Head Is Sick” and the lovable “Too Drunk to Cum.” It makes a great soundtrack for stealing bricks of canned beer and hanging shirtless from plumbing pipes at basement shows, spliff in mouth. And though Pangea are by no means abandoning their wild side on the upcoming Snakedog seven-inch (due this summer and to be followed by an LP), they’re tightening the screws. As music to get sweaty to, Living Dummy is up there with the Black Lips, and the new tracks are better produced and more focused on face-slaying rock ’n’ roll and sing-alongs (the unfuckwithable “Snakedog” is a party in and of itself). They’re maybe even a little introspective—I just don’t want to speak too soon. —Kevin Warwick The Detroit Cobras headline; Pangea and the Statutes of Liberty open.