Dead Meadow without the death, The Seeds without the branches above, The Black Lips without the big mouths: California's The Growlers are an incredibly insouciant garage rock troupe, their songs drifting until they refuse to swing, much less punch. Atlanta's The Coathangers open. Their unbridled garage rock blasts are rudimentary and rude, in essence getting right what The Growlers don't. Maybe pop in early and pop out quick? —Grayson Currin