Thrash, children. Thrash because it keeps you warm. Thrash because it's good for the heart. Thrash because it's what all the cool kids are doing. And I've heard that all the cool kids are thrashing till they bleed while watching Sinks. The internal-organ-liquefying onslaught of Sinks' hyperactive garage punk has the ability to activate all those parts in your brain that make you do bad things. But thrashing is not a bad thing. At this Sinks show, expect a rapid assault of power chords and stylistic nods to Richard Hell and the Voidoids, but way more brutal than anything that safety-pinned jerk could come up with. With Sinks, love comes in spurts...of blood. Fun, fun blood hastily packaged into rabid two-minute explosions for your enjoyment. With Cortez the Killer, $kipper, and Real Numbers. 21+.
Wed., May 27, 9 p.m., 2009