Ugh, God is the sound of goofy, balls-to-the-wall catharsis. Many songs begin with some form of screaming or yodeling, and then almost always transform into spazzy noise-punk. What better way to convey stories about kitty suicides and mid-life "sausage" crises than in the form of three spastic, trebly guitars, two off-kilter drummers, and an explosive live show that’s just as fun as it is scary? That’s the market Ugh, God occupies, and it doesn’t seem they have many competitors. Space Sluts, however, aren’t quite as intimidating as the name suggests. Their songs give off the warmth that only the best ’90s guitar rock can, possessing all the jangle and mellow atmosphere of bands like Guided by Voices or Yo La Tengo, and then some. Listen to the chiming arpeggios of "Ross" and then the murky shoegaze of "Shadow in the Rain," and be impressed. The Khyber, 56 S. 2nd Street, 9pm, $8, 21+ – Joe Poteracki