Also this issue: Mount Vernon Blues Label hassles and sonic shifts can’t stop GFS Productions from duly appointed drum and bass rounds. -A.D. Amorosi Review: Anner Bylsma -Peter Burwasser Bella Morte -Helen Thompson Dave Burrell -Kyle Parker Ladytron -Paul Burress Four Tenors -Kyle Parker The Post -A.D. Amorosi Joe McPhee/William Parker/ Harold Smith -Kyle Parker

February 13-19, 2003

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The Blood Brothers

Helium. That's what you'll think of when you hear Jordan Blilie and Johnny Whitney, the twin speed-driven vocalists of The Blood Brothers. As in the hyper Angus Young sucking on a helium tank before screaming through AC/DC's hits. There may be lusher, slower, skankier tunes on The Blood Brothers' debut Burn Piano Island, Burn (Artist Direct), but the overall eardrum-crackling crispness is a punk meth-head's dream. Producer Ross Robinson must have mixed this fucker at high altitude so that Cody Votolato's 150-mph guitar-army sound felt faster than cold fusion against the machine-gun rhythms. Yet the Seattle five-piece's main weapon is treble, a high-pitched density made higher by Whitney and Blilie's polyp-scraping screams. Whether shouting unrecognizable texts or cautiously enunciating phrases, these Bloods are sexy and sinister.

Thu., Feb. 13, 7 p.m., $7, all ages, with True North, Vaux and The Funeral Bird, First Unitarian Church, 2125 Chestnut St., 800-594-8499.

—A.D. Amorosi