(Neumos) Are your live punk-rocks show missing something lately? Too serious? Not enough costumes? Zero smoke-machine action? Listen, you, it's the last good month of summer, and you've only got so many warm-ish days to get your freak out, so you might as well do it with the Spits—a band known for their onstage theatrics, catchy mush-mouthed snot punk, and bruisey-fun shows. Like if the Ramones really did sniff glue and Devo actually were Mongoloids. After 12 or 16 albums (who can tell, most of them are self-titled), the Spits are still your best bet for a sweaty, beer-soaked good time.