Tiger Trap loves early punk–the clenched-fist guitar strums, the banged-out melodies–but favors its less aggressive side, its naivete and humanism. On their debut Tiger Trap and a new EP, “Sour Grass,” both on K, the underground label cum naif refuge in Olympia, Washington, the songs are jangled up and bounced along by a thumpy bass, jaunty drums, and rushed vocals, then halted now and again by some pretty, girly harmonies. The lead singer has that breathy, matter-of-fact falsetto down cold, and the band–an all-gal outflt from Sacramento–has a very do-it-yourself approach to arrangement and musicianship, and ditto for the songs. But for a band like this-the modern girl group, underground division, kiddie branch–the point is to broaden rock’s voice and reach, and in the process stake out turf. Opening are Pony, the Spinanes, and Envelope, which features acid-tongued fanzine writer (now Matador Records honcho) Gerard Cosloy. One suspects that some of those who’ve felt Cosloy’s whip in the post will be sharpening their pencils in anticipation of his Chicago debut as a rocker. Thursday, 9 PM, Lounge Ax, 2438 N. Lincoln; 525-6620.

Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): photo/Monica Geuse.