A wolf with crazed red eyes, mouth agape, teeth ready to rip, a slab of LSD on its tongue. That’s the cover art for Primitive Blast (Tee Pee), the latest album by Los Angeles band The Shrine. It should give you an idea of what’s inside: sick, dumb, rugged, blown-out rock. And the three members are obviously skaters — their radical forward momentum’s accompanied by the paranoid, outcast energy that results from constantly looking out for jerk cops, big rocks and swerving cars. The title track is a celebration of what most might call barbarism, but what others consider utopia. “I’ve got no consciousness, I’ve got no mind,” sings Josh Landau. It’s a scary prospect — because nobody wants to be a zombie, right? — but wouldn’t it be nice to turn off that busy brain of yours for a bit and howl at the moon?
Thu., Jan. 24, 10 p.m., $17, with Graveyard, Underground Arts, 1200 Callowhill St., 215-624-5765, undergroundarts.org.