Stealing monikers from veteran actors is a surefire sign that a band has no intentions of creating pleasant, MOR pop (case in point, a hardcore thrash-punk outfit at my high school called themselves The Kelsey Grammers) and the kids in the L.A.-based Abe Vigoda are no different, producing frenzied yet melodic punk rock under the name of a prune-faced 88-year-old actor. Last year, the group released “Skeleton,” an album that sounded like a bunch of kids who stole a steel drum and were dedicated to making a ton of racket in the basement. As such, it was plainly awesome. Amidst the distant tropical ring of the faux steel drum, the muffled vocals and the syncopated guitar riffs that came across like a disfigured version of Vampire Weekend’s happy-go-lucky reggae lines, “Skeleton” was a raw collection of rapid-fire punk. The group’s newest EP, “Reviver,” sheds the “tropical” element and indicates the band could head into a straight-up noise-rock direction with deeper lyrical themes. Though I’m not sure I could take it fully seriously, at least not until Abe Vigoda dies. (Andy Seifert)
July 24 at Empty Bottle, 1035 N. Western, (773)276-3600, 10pm. $10.