Friko at Casbah

They play like the stakes are life itself, which is not a thing most young bands manage without embarrassing themselves. Quiet one second and detonating the next — a Chicago two-piece whose debut landed on every year-end list that counts, and the people who found it early have been waiting to learn whether that ferocious, tender thing survives contact with a live room. It does. The Casbah is the small box on Kettner where this city has watched a hundred bands turn into themselves, and in a room that size the loud-quiet catharsis has nowhere to go except straight through you. Twenty-one and over. Come if you still believe a rock show can wreck you in the best possible way, and if you want to have been there before the rooms get big and the tickets get impossible. You will be insufferable about it later. Worth it.