Bottle Up and Go has yet to receive a negative review since the July release of These Bones, a stripped-down, liquored-up, punk-cum-alt-country manifesto on how to make a life out of pleasing oneself to death. Credit for this goes to tracks like “All My Trials” with its sparse instrumentation and jagged yet soulful rhythms. It deftly communicates the minimalism and heartbreak of the Delta Blues to an urbanized hipster crowd. Lead man Keenan Mitchell’s stage dress mirrors his unrefined guitar work, plus: He shoots the bird to “No shirt, No shoes, No service” prudishness with half-naked bombast, epileptic gyrations, and fuzzed-out, stomp-box howling. And unlike some of their noise-rock contemporaries, Bottle Up And Go isn’t drunk and greasy just for show—Mitchell and drummer Fareed Sajan appear to be living their lyrics in the self-destructive spirit of Robert Johnson and Huddie William Ledbetter .

BOTTLE UP AND GO PERFORMS AT 8 P.M. WITH US ROYALTY AND NIGHTMARE OF YOU AT THE BLACK CAT, 1811 14th St. NW. $10. (202) 667-4490.