Seeing Monotonix perform their garage-rock anthems is, in the plainest terms, a fucking experience. The band rarely ever plays on an actual stage, instead setting up in the middle of the room and letting the crowd riot around them. They are ear-splittingly loud and unabashedly shirtless. They throw things: instruments, clothing, drinks. Sometimes, there is fire; often, there is bleeding. They’ve been summarily banned from pretty much every venue in their hometown of Tel Aviv. None of this says anything about the band's music: Monotonix’s guitar-heavy songs are rhythm-driven but not super-sonic. They don't carry one-tenth the energy on record that they do live, so you don't need to the own the album. Just buy a fucking ticket. With Pierced Arrows, What What Now. PAIGE RICHMOND

Sat., July 10, 9:30 p.m., 2010

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