Wishgift are only mostly local, which is why this is only their second show in the past year and a half—the band’s bass player, John Paul Glover, lives on the west coast. They blow through what’s best described as wigged-out, free-form noise rock, except maybe during those fleeting moments when the snarling, herky-jerky guitar and rumbling low end blend into a monstrous swell that’s kept barely steady by drummer Marc Riordan (a staple on the Chicago improvised-music scene, where he also plays piano). The trio’s most recent EP, 2011’s Folk Twain (Sophomore Lounge), is a five-song blitz that kicks off with “Drover (Wish for Death Gift),” a tumble of greasy, seesawing guitar and glammy, sassy hardcore vocals that sometimes sound like a heated argument between David Yow and Jello Biafra. The EP’s wild deconstructive riffing—perhaps augmented by, say, saxophonist Mars Williams, blowing switchblades out of his bell—achieves a kind of deranged circus-punk aesthetic, all flourishing capes and gritted teeth. —Kevin Warwick Mayor Daley headlines; Wishgift, Foul Tip, and the Hecks open.
Founding Parliament-Funkadelic keyboardist and his psych-funk band play.