Vir's songs are dark, vaguely ominous tension-builders created out of relentlessly pulsing bass lines and bathed in guitar fuzz. They are rhythmic in that way that might inspire you to bob your head and tap your toe in the dim light of a venue. And when the tension is released, it should be enough to scare the leather pants off of Bono. Read the full review here.

[Rocket Records, Tuesday July 27, 1 p.m., no cover, 3843 Sixth Ave., Tacoma, 253.756.5186]