Psychic Feline and Nucular Aminals have become the perfect foil for this city's rash of conceited pop bands. Both acts riff deliberately through their mutated post-punk vortexes without the slightest hint of pretension or hesitation. Now, that's not to say they aren't impassioned or play without abandon. They've got those wild eyes. Slightly vacant, slightly psychotic—when they unhinge themselves, you'll want to back the fuck up. Something tells me that after a long month of touring on new 7-inches and LPs, these two acts are poised to lose their shit in the best possible way. Do. Not. Miss. This. Show. CHRIS CANTINO