1386 Lexington Road
$15 (adv.)/$18 (door); 8 p.m.
Outfitted in outrageously bright luchador masks, ornate Aztec medallions and jet-black clothing, the tongue-in-cheek image of Los Straitjackets screams kitsch. Don’t confuse gaudy fashion sense with lack of skill: These faux-Mexican instrumental rumblers inject fresh life into old songs with enviable panache. Over the 21 years they’ve been together, the Nashville quartet have turned “Smells Like Teen Spirit” from dour grunge into a bopping club anthem, sliced open the corny “Titanic” ballad “My Heart Will Go On” to find lucid surf rock, and chiseled smooth rockabilly rhythms out of Christmas tunes like “Frosty the Snowman” and “The Little Drummer Boy.” On stage, the Straitjackets amplify their energy further via monologues delivered in poorly spoken Spanish, choreographed moves, restless solos and the occasional appearance from a flashy burlesque revue. Southern Culture on the Skids join in. —Reyan Ali