Vulgarity. Sexual innuendo. Bodily fluids on the stage. Did I mention vulgarity? Staples of a hardcore show. Oh yeah, and a no nonsense bunch of Swedes who know how to rock a synth. The Sounds, new wave’s answer to a question that Quentin Tarantino may have asked, sauntered, slid, slinked, and spit their way across Union Transfer on Tuesday night. Whipping the small but very loyal crowd in to a frenzy that promised to boil over at any moment, they somehow managed to remain in control. It was a good time for all from start to finish. Openers Blondfire and Strange Talk carried the crowd from song to song, never letting anyone believe that they weren’t actually the main events. Only hitch in the evening was that the acts didn’t even sell enough to get the upstairs bar open. It’s my favorite post-game wind-down spot.