Ipps eschewed polish during a raw, revelatory performance at Ace of Cups on a recent Thursday.

Ipps eschewed polish during a raw, revelatory performance at Ace of Cups on a recent Thursday.

“We don’t practice, ever,” said singer/keyboardist Emily Davis, who was joined onstage by her husband, singer/guitarist Bo (the two formerly teamed in Necropolis), and dual drummers Mat Bisaro and Mike O. “Our shows are the practices.”

The band performed in support of the recently released Everything Is Real (Superdreamer Records), though the music took on an entirely different feel in concert. On record, songs like “Body of Venus (With Arms)” and “Yr Thick” are fuzzy and bouncy, built on barbed riffs, buoyant percussion and Emily and Bo’s unhemmed his/her vocals. In concert, however, the songs sounded far more unkempt and feral, driven by thick brambles of keyboard noise and Bo’s guitar, which alternated between vicious snarls and feedback-heavy passages that mimicked biblical swarms of buzzing locusts.

“Could I possibly get more vocals [in my monitor]?” Bo asked the venue’s sound engineer after the ear-bleeding opening cut. “Or am I too loud?”

To answer his question: possibly. But the increased volume imbued the music with an intimidating, broad-shouldered presence. These are the kind of songs you’d want to have your back in a bar fight.

The dual drummers amped up this sense of physicality. Though the two adopted slightly different approaches — Mike O. tended to lower his head and pummel his kit while Bisaro’s entire being appeared to twitch as he laid down precise drum spasms — they inevitably moved as a singular unit. On one song the pair tapped out a sluggish patter as Emily and Bo crooned of “mothers and fathers … [and] sisters and brothers,” eventually locking in for a drum-outburst that mirrored a head-on collision.

On record, the vocals are a central element, but more often than not here they haunted the backdrop, with Bo and Emily singing of hopeless situations (“There’s no getting out of here”) and annoying acquaintances (“Listening to your mouth run”) in voices almost entirely consumed by the onstage chaos.

“We’re playing fast tonight, guys,” Bo offered after one song, but not even this awareness could slow the relentless, undeniable momentum of the band’s music. Just try to not get swept away.