Vampire Hands

In the last six months, Vampire Hands have done more touring than a Georgia O'Keefe exhibit, and they have the nicks and scrapes to show for it. Banged up but exhilarated by their most recent coast-to-coast sojourn (vocalist Colin Johnson broke his pinky toe on the last show of the tour), expect the Teutonic psych-out faves to be hitting their spots with the kind of haughty flourishes that only a month on the road can develop. With their new full-length Me and You Cherry Red glowing like a Chernobyl sunset, your chances to see these luminaries in a venue of Stasiu's size may start getting fewer and farther between. The fact that Call Me Lightning, Wisconsin's own punk-party acid trip, share the bill means that some pretty vestigial lobes of the old gray matter will be getting a decent workout tonight, no matter how much Old Style you douse yourself with. With Landing Gear and the Nice Outfit. 21+.
Fri., May 16, 9 p.m., 2008