More like Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde than any kind of vampire, Aunt Dracula play a monster mash of genres. The Philadelphians quickly melt from discordant pop, sounding like evangelicals bouncing notes off a funhouse mirror, into spazzy noise freak-outs, complete with werewolf howls only listenable after the midnight hour. They attack vocals with Les Savy Fav-style urgency, but back it up with loops and layers of pure musical adventurism. Even though Halloween has come and gone, Aunt Dracula is good any day of the year. Now if only we could find our ripped-up, booze-soaked Sarah Palin masks.... With Unicorn Basement and Chikadee Mountain Martyrs. 21+.
Tue., Dec. 9, 9 p.m., 2008