Left Coast legends of nude, nihilistic excess The Dwarves have been serving up blood, guts and pussy for three decades in a manner so obnoxious even Sub Pop found their hijinx above the pale, dumping them. But then, their sound both predated Sub Pop’s grunge-a-thon and outlasted it. As with Butthole Surfers, Melvins and Gwar, a lifetime of hard-living has conferred nobility upon the road warriors, though that won’t get them acid any cheaper. Be certain to don your raincoat. Svetlanas open.