Plenty of hicksploitationists have tried to mine Americana for the sake of snarkiness–I doubt the stereotype of the hairy hillbilly carries any real menace anymore, considering how much it’s been sillified. So bless the pan-southern, Nashville-based Legendary Shack Shakers for sounding like they drink real esophagus-searing moonshine, handle real rattlesnakes, and take pride in being part of the reason why urbanites get scared when they hear a banjo in the woods. Their new album, Believe (Yep Roc), is a continuation and refinement of their formula: a little boogie, a little hoedown, a little polka, a little honky-tonk, a little squealing like a pig. It’s a hell-raising party record like Southern Culture on the Skids used to make, but with more firepower and less slapstick. The Saps open. Sat 3/5, 11:30 PM, Abbey Pub, 3420 W. Grace, 773-478-4408 or 866-468-3401, $10 in advance, $12 at the door.