Every punk-show crowd has its tipping point, when people who’ve been casually sipping on cheap canned adult beverages start whipping them through the air. Those cans mostly just spray watery, skunky beer into the hair and eyes of unfortunate fans, but the majority are aimed at whoever or whatever is onstage. Some bands go out of their way to egg on this sort of barrage, and some can provoke one just by being themselves. Orlando four-piece the Golden Pelicans is guilty on both counts. The band only has three singles—two of which are on Total Punk, the label run by Pelicans drummer Rich Evans—and they’re all aggressive rippers, with pummeling, sweat-it-out rhythms and gravelly hollering from front man Erik Grincewicz that’s apparently trying to knock you out physically. It’s fuck-you-up punk that snarls like the Dead Boys, with a fun undercurrent of nihilism—as songs called “Burn Everything” and “Chained to the Dumpster” probably suggest. Expect a 12-inch from the band late this summer. —Kevin Warwick