BY WILLIAM KOSH
Le Butcherettes play the music flies dance to when they hover over rotting meat. The nauseous sweetness of the band’s day-of-the-dead flavored reverie has attracted collaborations with the likes of Iggy Pop and John Frusciante, but the guests take on Le Butcherettes’ flavor when they come to visit — not the other way around. Le Butcherettes lovingly hack their influences to bits and serve them up to the audience still bloody and raw. In lead singer Terri Gender Bender’s native Guadalajara, this gory aesthetic is referred to as “amarillismo.” (Gender Bender herself translates it as “morbid media.”) In a live performance she’s a sight to behold, pulling triple duty as a guitarist, singer and conduit for otherworldly horrors. She twists and bends back to punctuate moments of drama like a Teddy Ruxpin whose circuits have been hacked by David Cronenberg. Note by note she can transform any audience into a hive-mind Alice, lost in a wonderland where death, violence, life and festivity are hopelessly jumbled and misidentified.