On White Reaper Does It Again, the Louisville garage-punks bound through a dozen scrappy, infectious cuts that nod to everyone from Memphis scuzz-rocker Jay Reatard to the Who ("On Your Mind" unabashedly traces lines around "The Kids Are Alright"). On the whole, frontman/guitarist Tony Esposito sneers more often than he sings, which is fitting considering White Reaper's best songs ("I Don't Think She Cares," the relentless, snotty "Wolf Trap Hotel") come on like musical tantrums.

On White Reaper Does It Again, the Louisville garage-punks bound through a dozen scrappy, infectious cuts that nod to everyone from Memphis scuzz-rocker Jay Reatard to the Who ("On Your Mind" unabashedly traces lines around "The Kids Are Alright"). On the whole, frontman/guitarist Tony Esposito sneers more often than he sings, which is fitting considering White Reaper's best songs ("I Don't Think She Cares," the relentless, snotty "Wolf Trap Hotel") come on like musical tantrums.

The Worn Flints open the show.