The reunited Vaselines were an indisputable highlight of last year’s
SP20 festival—the Scottish indie popsters’ simultaneously twee
and raunchy songs sounded as fresh and foul-mouthed and giddy as
ever. Founding members Frances McKee and Eugene Kelly look,
respectively, hardly aged and like a benevolent, cool dad. Even though
they’ve grown up, they haven’t exactly matured: At SP20, they
demanded nudity from the audience, offered to let folks dry-hump
McKee after the show for $20, and referred to Jesus as “the David
Blaine of his day.” Adorable. (Neumos, 925 E Pike St, 709-9467. 8
pm, $20, all ages.)