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Von Bondies

7 p.m. Friday, March 7. Creepy Crawl, 3524 Washington Boulevard

By Jaime Lees

Published on March 05, 2008

The Von Bondies produced one superior, bliss-pop hit a few years ago: "C'Mon, C'Mon," a ringing, hook-filled tune that's jump-up-and-down-on-your-bed-in-your-underwear perfection. Sadly, the Motor City band's albums (such as 2004's Pawn Shoppe Heart) consistently score a solid rating of "a'ight," and though it's set to release a new disc (Love, Hate and Then There's You) in the fall, it's unlikely the group will again reach the chart heights it once enjoyed. That's fine, though, because the coed quartet proves itself at gigs. Live versions of the songs possess more grit than they do on the diluted recordings (and, in fact, echo fellow Detroit legends the Stooges). By alternating between cutesy-girl harmonies and dirty Midwest bravado, the Von Bondies leave crowds with delightfully alternating urges to either make out with someone or punch them in the face.