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.)

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