Tribe of Fools wants to scare the bejeezus out of you so badly with their version of Dracula, they're making you sign a waiver. Not kidding. Instead of some clichéd Béla Lugosi knockoff, they're digging deeper, focusing on the brain fever suffered by hapless solicitor Jonathan Harker from Bram Stoker's OG novel. "The stuff that we're playing with comes from us doing about a year of research about fear — both the psychological and biological mechanisms," says Tribe artistic director/Dracula director Jay Wojnarowski. The idea is to work your amygdala over pretty good.
Sept. 2-6 and 8-11, $20, St. Stephen's Theater, 923 Ludlow St.
There are a ton of meaningless musical genres that make sense only to bloggers and nerds, but Rainbow Destroyer's self-proclaimed "zombie-pop" could not be more apt. Rainbeaux Bite and Brian Reignbow make dancefloor-ready New Wave tunes that would fit right in at Making Time — if Making Time were for dead people. And if their YouTube channel has anything to say about it, the duo is straight-up hilarious and dead sexy (rim shot!). Zombies Are Forever is your turn to audition for the band — zombie affects optional — in a karaoke rumpus. I call The Hooters' "All You Zombies."
Sept. 9-11, 11:45 p.m., $10, RUBA Club, 414 Green St.
The Dawson Street Dramatic Society (DSDS) is hardly a bunch of undead posers; they originally called themselves Zombies Ain't Shit Co. (and, perhaps unrelated, they're huge Grateful Dead fans). For Dead Air: The Final Broadcast of the Zombie Apocalypse, the company takes cues from Orson Welles and his Mercury Theater Co. Just as that famous 1938 broadcast of H.G. Wells' War of the Worlds freaked out unsuspecting listeners, DSDS will broadcast humanity's last gasps during a world-ruining zombie takeover.
Sept. 3-4, 10 and 17-18, $10, Connie's Ric Rac, 1132 S. Ninth St.
(4)Call it a counterpoint to Dead Air's prediction of the zomb-pocalypse: Little Bunny Voodoo — a puppetry company that seeks to bring its kid-friendly medium to adult audiences — imagines a world in which the whole undead-revolution kerfuffle has been avoided. In A Tale of Two Brains, all that's left are two toothless zombies roaming the Earth, seeking out the meaning of life — and maybe a good dentist.
Sept. 9-11, $10, RUBA Club, 414 Green St.