When: Tue., Aug. 20, 7:30 p.m. 2013
The 2011 debut EP by Brooklyn band Hunters, Hands on Fire, was a mini hype magnet on account of its rough-and-tumble, scuffed-and-bruised sound—it’s raw, sludgy, and kinda evil, and on its cover, founding members Isabel Almeida and Derek Watson writhe on the ground during a set at some no-stage space that probably no longer exists. The group’s upcoming self-titled full-length (out September 24 via Mom + Pop) stays close to the grunge of their debut, but they’ve dulled their edge a bit in an apparent quest to mimic a more friendly 90s aesthetic—the guitar lick in the verses of “Street Trash,” for example, is pure Cobain. Almeida and Watson click with each other as singers when they cut loose and don’t try to sound too pretty, letting some vitriol leak in. The album’s clean-channel poppiness doesn’t sound bad at all—the band executes the winding “Nosebleed” particularly well—but Hunters are still at their best when they’re dark and disheveled. —Kevin Warwick Hunx & His Punx headline; Hunters and Chit Chat open.