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Start a two-piece instrumental bass-and-drums rock duo with a penchant for mutant masks and sounds that might’ve been forged during the opening reception of a back-alley art gallery, and watch the Lightning Bolt references roll in. Space Blood are plenty deserving of comparison to the iconic noise-rock band, but to stop at that alone would underserve their music. On 2017’s very solid Tactical Chunder (Lonely Voyage), the pair of Sam Edgin (bass, etc) and William Covert (drums, etc) are much more sci-fi theater and less hardcore-punk than their Providence-born predecessors, using synth loop after synth loop to tip a ten-gallon hat to Battles while soldering enough rhythms and deviant riffs together to hurtle their sound into the cosmos. Next to many of their fellow meter freaks, Space Blood’s math quotient is colorful rather than complex, which allows listeners to sink into their pockets and grooves. But the moment you get cozy or lost in the clouds, the shit really hits the fan. Tonight’s performance is part of Ian’s Party. v