Catch the hijinks of The Black Lips

The Black Lips' equally crude and catchy caterwaul is the sound of garage rock with its greasy hair on fire.

They've been dubbed "flower punk" by some for their blend of '60s pop whimsy and confrontational onstage hijinks, which, in the past, have seen these dudes getting naked and setting stuff on fire.

At a gig at the now-dormant Celebrity Theater downtown a few years back, one of the guitarists pulled his manhood out of his pants, strummed his instrument with it and then peed in his own mouth.

But as antagonistic and absurd as they can be live, the band's antics don't overshadow the bombastic bliss of their tunes.

Here, the sun always shines -- just don't stare at it for too long, if you know what's good for you.

Contact reporter Jason Bracelin at jbracelin@ reviewjournal.com or 702-383-0476.