There's so much about this Denver hipster-metal band that ought to be off-putting: artsy name, too-clever song titles, wrist-slitter lyrics, repetitive staccato punches. Oh--did I mention beards? It's like Planes Mistaken for Stars is trying to find some new level of profundity for testosterone. But these elements, rather than making for the most aggravating and flavorless Victory Records reject of all time, actually jell into something compelling--Mercy (Abacus), the band's newest, is far more sublime than it is absurd. I'll be damned if I can figure out how they did it--it sounds like they've boiled their influences down to just the gleaming bones. I keep listening to the record over and over, much to the annoyance of the city workers going at the sidewalk in front of my apartment with their jackhammers. Haymarket Riot, North Atlantic, and Viva La Foxx open. a 9 PM, the Note, 1565 N. Milwaukee, 773-489-0011 or 866-468-3401, $8, $6 in advance.