After Midnight

It had been a while since I went out after midnight, but I called on some liquid courage and ventured out to see the self-proclaimed “scariest band in the world,” Deadbolt.

The show opened in a shower of sparks flying from grinders, as the band wielded guitars like giant phalluses. They ran through a creepy reverb-drenched set with that charismatic showmanship and crowd interaction that endears Deadbolt to their many fans.

A cake was presented to guitarist-vocalist Harley Davidson midway through the set by one of the beautiful rockabilly girls. Davidson devoured a piece and hit a cigarette while the band plowed along.

I recognized a few past favorites, such as "Who the Hell Is Mrs. Valdez?" and "Truck Drivin’ Son of a Bitch," but a Deadbolt show is more than songs, it’s an experience. And the best thing about the scariest band in the world is that they’re not afraid to have fun. I should get out after midnight more often.

• Concert: Deadbolt
• Date: June 4
• Venue: Brick by Brick
• Seats: front row, center stage