Super Black Market

7 p.m. Friday, May 18. Creepy Crawl (3524 Washington Boulevard).

May 16, 2007 at 4:00 am

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What do punks from Warrensburg, Missouri, know? A little bit, it turns out. They know that it takes more than three chords, a four-four beat and churlish disregard for authority to get people's attention. Either that, or it's just happenstance that led Super Black Market to inject about 50 cc's of irony into the flanks of its out-of-control, riffs-and-screams steed before riding it to the hoedown of disaffected youth. The lyrics on last year's Will Sell Anything are frat-boy simple (there's going to be a party TONIGHT!), but the metal-tempered rock would interest fans of Thin Lizzy and Fugazi alike. Smartest of all, Super Black Market jumped right on with a small label and made a powerful, good-sounding record to shove down the throats of the media-addled masses.