There are several reasons to catch Deer Tick live, but, for the sake of brevity, I’ll just list three. To begin, the band’s gold-toothed king of rasp John McCauley has moved to our fair city from Rhode Island. So it’s only right to hit the bar, as McCauley himself demands on Divine Providence, and raise a welcome pint of beer. Secondly, the last time I saw Deer Tick the band blasted through a set of older tunes like the excellent, apocalyptical “Christ Jesus,” a killer a capella version of “Dirty Dishes,” covers of The Replacements, Townes Van Zandt and Ritchie Valens — then capped it all off by screaming, “Fuck Mumford and Sons!” If that doesn’t sell you, how about this: After all that, McCauley had the balls to take The Ryman stage with the British quartet. Last reason? Fellow locals Turbo Fruits open — a band whose pioneering Southern-garage sound just got them signed to Kings of Leon’s label Serpents and Snakes. It would be reasonable to expect cameos, boozing and broken guitar strings.