When it comes to longhaired cult-hero oddballs in ragged jeans hammering out simple shout-along rock anthems that nod to the sounds of 15 years previous, every generation gets what they deserve. It might be only in retrospect that Andrew W.K.'s cathartically joyous take on big-big-big arena rock carries a Ramones-ian aura, since 2001's flat-out bonkers I Get Wet had the misfortune of dropping right at the time the great American irony-awareness crisis of the early 21st century went into high gear. But that album and its ensuing follow-ups—2003's The Wolf, 2006's Close Calls With Brick Walls—were guilt-free, earnestly kick-ass doses of dopamine-fueled rock 'n' roll rebellion. More recent works have leaned away from that early template to touch on modern classical piano (55 Cadillac) and J-pop (The Japan Covers and Gundam Rock), exhibiting an adventurousness to go along with his enthusiasm. And in the 10 years since that first full-length dropped, the party machine-turned-motivational speaker-turned-kids' show host (the explosion-heavy engineering showdown Destroy Build Destroy) has built himself up into the most unlikely cult rock star in the world—always with something to do, somewhere to go, and no reason to be sedated. With Math the Band and Aleister X. 18+.
Thu., March 22, 6 p.m., 2012