(Chop Suey) Rock 'n' roll with a twang, Nashville's Turbo Fruits will envelop you in a smoky cloud of swerving solos and riffs that would not, could not pass a Breathalyzer even if the cop was Jack Daniel himself. The vocals remind me of some kind of deep-fried Marc Bolan/Jello Biafra hybrid. White Lung are visiting us from Vancouver, melting faces with absolutely seeeeething punk music that pops; abrasive hits follow a toe-tapping pattern of catchy/angry/still catchy. They're like the coolest, toughest girl at school, who'll give you a fat lip but let you use her lipstick to cover it up. Seattle's own Dreamsalon are also playing—disjointed, pleasing reverberation, oh my.