Beach Slang/Potty Mouth/Dyke Drama/Worship!

The salt to Beach Slang’s ocean water is introspection. What at first seems like a tall glass of clean-cut pop punk (crisp, sustained guitars and gruff chant-like vocals) shocks the unsuspecting palate with emotional zingers like “All the words I carve out of my throat, they keep me alive, but keep me alone” (“Dirty Lights”). The band offers psychological sustenance in the aural vein of the Replacements, Japandroids, and Cloud Nothings. It just began work on its first full-length for Polyvinyl Records, so maybe the band will play a few of the tracks from it at tonight's show. (Bethany Kaufman)