Strapped with a moniker almost guaranteed to weed out reverence-seekers, this Norwegian quintet’s gravitas falls somewhere in the Handsome Dick Manitoba range. Despite that self-imposed handicap, DBUB’s turbocharged garage rock closes the deal with sheer energy and sickly sweet pop smarts. The grotesqueries of their approach center on excess rather than prurience. “Strangers From the Sky” reconciles throbbing Seventies bluster with cautionary B-movie psychedelia by abruptly segueing from dual guitar harmony to parakeet-munching freak-out. “Ooh, I’m a Bad Bad Man” almost apologizes for its unbridled male urgency, but still leaves the room reeking of fast food, spilt beer, and underpants. (Fri., 11pm, Icenhauer’s; Sat., 12mid, Velveeta Room)
This article appears in March 18 • 2016.
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Greg Beets was born in Lubbock on the day Richard Nixon was elected president. He has covered music for the Chronicle since 1992, writing about everyone from Roky Erickson to Yanni. Beets has also written for Billboard,Uncut, Blurt, Elmore, and Pop Culture Press. Before his digestive tract cried uncle, he co-published Hey! Hey! Buffet!, an award-winning fanzine about all-you-can-eat buffets.
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