Forlorn minstrels on the chain gang of eternal damnation, Brooklyn quintet O'Death play their bluegrass punk hymnals like they're trying to housetrain hellhounds. Rambunctious, messy and impetuous, their sound recalls a ramshackle rustic hoedown fueled by fiddle, banjo, ukulele, guitars and drummer David Rogers-Berry's junkyard kit. Choruses come shouted in unison behind frontman Greg Jamie's frantic, lonesome tenor, which sounds simultaneously pained and pursued. It's no wonder then that they perform with an intensity and disregard for their bodies and instruments more in keeping with noise rock than Americana. O'Death are supporting their third album, Broken Hymns, Limbs and Skin, which was recorded after Rogers-Berry's fiancee died suddenly from an aneurysm. A sometimes-morose melancholia imbues the album with a disconsolate tone that competes with their already anxious energy. This collision powers the effort from the dark panicked peals of opener "Lowtide" to the resolute survival anthem "Lean-To."
Fri., Sept. 19, 8 p.m., 2008