From what I’ve heard of psychopunk band Partman Parthorse’s second release, Year of the Jerk, this show will serve up every last ounce of the dance party devilment you should be seeking out tonight. Frontman Gary Smith’s known for prancing about in his undies at shows, but the real attraction is the high-energy, distorted guitar work and Smith’s sexy growl (he’s kinda like the Sinatra of rock and roll music; the ladies love him, and he gets away with murder because of his titillating vocals). They’re joined by the Coconut Coolouts, a slightly louder band with a similar post-punk sensibility, but the fuzz makes ’em sound like they record their albums in a basement, in contrast to Partman Parthorse’s New Wave-y sensibilities and more polished recordings. A disclaimer: this show is not one for the prudish, squeamish or claustrophobic. If the costume you’ve spent weeks constructing gets ripped, or ripped off, in the first five minutes of the show, we are not responsible. You’ve been warned.

Fri., Oct. 31, 9 p.m., 2008