Step Right Up is blasting out of Chicago like hailing gunfire. Since 2012, they have been leveling their city skyline like George and Lizzie on a rampage, inspired by Minor Threat, Black Flag, and Leftover Crack. The weaking of the hardest of cores inspired this power trio to grab their instruments and detonate a nailbomb of shredding guitar riffs, pummeling basslines and drum blasts. Their music is a vulgar display of power chords and dizzying fretplay. Find the location of their secret cave lair in the middle of nowhere (or one of the soon-to-be-demolished-by-awesomeness venues they're playing at) and you'll hear: the echoes of Jeff's grunting as he fistfucks the guitar neck, Brandon's chaotic screaming as he tears his four strings apart from each other, and Eric expressing his overdose of the day through rhythm.

Your time has come. So strap on your boots, grab your guns and step right up for your chance to get a bat to the teeth. And bring beer.