The same couldn't be said for Wurlitzer Prize, whose formulaic snoozer of a set was summarized by lead singer Del Perez: "I'm like Bob Pollard [of Guided By Voices], only without the scissor kicks." Afterward, I wanted headliners The Tah Dahs to cheer me up with their lovesick fare, but that didn't happen. Thank God. I never really fell for the band's reduction to a three-piece until Friday, when singer/guitarist Roy Ivy stuck a syringe of venom into the trio. His voice turned to snarls and howls as he exorcised demons in song, and older cuts like "Temporary," which were born as cute odes to love, had been pumped full of nitrous by a hard-core rhythm section. The Tah Dahs' precarious walk between love and hate jumped from reggae to flower-pop, from Happy Days to KISS, but other than some trouble with tempo, the band turned its influences into an aural ass-kicking.