(Comet) Sometimes in this space, you pick a show to write about based on band names. Such is the case with Don Peyote. I don't know this Seattle group, but I'm a sucker for a pun, especially if it involves literary references and drugs. Based on the five songs I've heard, Don Peyote crank out cantankerous, heavy punk metal that wants to hurt you, badly. Their thuggish might, Lemmy-with-polyps vocals, and oppressively dense, search-and-destroy guitar/bass attack recall the most ornery artists on the Touch & Go and Amphetamine Reptile labels. One track is titled "Bob Loblaws Law Blog," which is poetry. Go see Don Peyote, and don't forget the codeine-enhanced aspirin.