The sort of perfectly pitched anger artists that only England can produce, FWF compresses a generation’s worth of indie-rock spleen into a skinny white container guaranteed to go boom. Last year’s Champagne Holocaust sounds like the misbegotten spawn of the Mekons, Gun Club, and Oasis’s loneliest collective hangover. Their live shows are challenging, saliva-spewing affairs that threaten to ride off the rails at the drop of a trouser.

Sat., Dec. 13, 8 p.m., 2014

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