have never bothered trying to knock their fans over with a feather, especially live. Onstage Alexis Krauss and Derek Miller (and touring guitarist Jason Boyer) ratchet up the dazzling flash and outsize strut of their two albums, Treats
and Reign of Terror
, stomping through their overblown hardcore party-pop with a ferocity that borders on wink-and-a-nudge self-parody. Krauss's cotton-candy vocals and cheerleader-style callbacks, not to mention Miller and Boyer's flailing guitars and hardcore tough-guy faces (a lot like their days in Poison the Well), would seem like overkill if it weren't for the strobe-heavy light show and the six full stacks of guitar amps towering behind them. But what the band lacks in subtlety it makes up for in who-gives-a-goddamn dance-floor fun. The thudding beats are red-lined heavy and the guitar tone reminiscent of early-80s Twisted Sister, and it all blends together flawlessly—with a little help from Krauss's magnetism and prowess at working a room. She'll crowd surf, she'll whip herself into a sweaty frenzy bounce-dancing, and she'll convince you that you've been placed on this planet to have a blast—to hell with the haters. —Kevin Warwick Jel and Sumsun open.