Private Dancer is an experience. An experience in that head-spinning, "Oh my god, what was that?" kind of way. Expect rabid shaking of nonexistent asses. Expect frenzied and primitive indulgences. Expect to leave with patches of hair missing. Private Dancer sound like the result of a wicked one-night stand between Iggy Pop and Stephen Malkmus—and nobody is paying child support for these twisted children. The hi-hat bangs away seemingly without forethought. Braying, feral vocals turn eardrums into bloody pulp. But just go with it, darlings. Chalk it up to experience. With the Dynamiters, Strut & Shock, and Les Deux Maggots. 21+.
Fri., Jan. 23, 9 p.m., 2009