Screaming Females really blow doors off their hinges
Screaming Females feature but one female and she doesn’t scream, although her guitar does upon occasion.
But if the New Jersey indie rock trio’s handle isn’t a literal one, their tunes are decidedly more direct, the kind of crashing, coming-right-at-you jams that are meant to be played on the back of one’s heels, instruments held aloft, like broadswords.
Frontwoman Marissa Paternoster is a total badass, a serious shredder who’s wisely judicious with her shredding.
She blows the doors off the band’s hardy postpunk at all the right moments, letting the melodies ebb and flow, and then ripping the kind of leads that would be the envy of every Spandex-clad poodle metaller of decades past.
Are hipsters too cool to play air guitar?
They won’t be when this bunch hits town.
Contact reporter Jason Bracelin at jbracelin@reviewjournal.com or 702-383-0476. Follow on Twitter @JasonBracelin.
Preview
Screaming Females
8 p.m. Sunday
Backstage Bar & Billiards, 601 Fremont St.
$10-$12 (702-382-2227)
