Mushuganas Credit: courtesy the artist

For Chicago the reckless mid- to late-90s Crypt Records-style punk rock—with a bit of playful bounce and a lot of fuck-it rock ’n’ roll greaser attitude—was best embodied by its heroes in the Mushuganas. Their 1995 Dropout Girl seven-inch and, even better, their 1998 self-titled debut full-length on long-defunct Rocco Records are relics of an era, with blown-out tinny production, anthemic gargling and gruff vocals, and a flair for the dirty and wily three-second guitar solo. The Mushuganas sounded like they were trashing your living room as you were sitting in it. Between the LP’s poppier, um, heartfelt tracks that feel a touch in line with former pop-punk contemporaries the Connie Dungs (“Another Girl Another Planet”) and the tough, misanthropic strutters a la the Nobodys (“Everyone”) is a midwestern blast of a record: fast, loud, and Chicago. The Mushuganas have been known to reunite on occasion since flaring out in the early 2000s, but tonight is being spun as their final show ever—not unlike the final show ever they played in May in Lansing, Illinois? We’ll see.   v