When: Fri., May 10, 9 p.m. 2013
Don’t expect much of an intellectual challenge from the Dumpster Babies—or maybe the band name makes that clear already? This local foursome rambles through tinny garage soaked in canned beer—the kind of rock ’n’ roll made fun by the likes of Nobunny and the Black Lips, who’ll strip down to their undies onstage or spit loogies straight up and catch them in their mouths. Their self-titled debut (out tonight on fledgling local label Tall Pat Records) is party music for hole-in-the-wall dive dwellers: the songs are mostly sloppy rock ’n’ roll, barely stitched together by an earnest rhythm section, and every member sings or does backup vocals, which makes for catchy, poppy choruses that inevitably provoke a mass of sweaty drunk dudes to sing along unintelligibly while bumping into one another. No, there’s not a lot to chew on in the Dumpster Babies’ lyrics (“You’re a sweetheart / I’m a retard / And I know I’m going to fuck it up in the end”), but if you care about finding a “deeper meaning” in music like this, something’s gone horribly wrong. —Kevin Warwick The Runnies, Absolutely Not, and the Sueves open.
Price: $8 or free with RSVP at email@example.com