Somewhere between The Sandlot soundtrack and assertively silly West Coast skate punk lies the dirty doo-wop sound of San Diego trio the Frights. They drift between drawn-out jangle-pop and sped-up grime-punk riffs, and frontman Mikey Carnevale twists his echoey yells as if Roy Orbison became a surf rat and used an empty metal trashcan as a microphone. The Frights are a band that values pure genuine fun over seriousness, be it in their wild live shows or low-budget music videos that feature the band demolishing a dozen or so cheeseburgers at a park with a baseball bat. CAMERON CROWELL

This show is downstairs in the lounge.