Sixer, like any punk band worth a loogie, is full of itself, fiery and self-righteous. Mixing streetwise riffs with blues, country and rockabilly twists, the Richmond, Virginia, quartet makes its living on the road, clearing more than $200 each night at the merch table. Lyrically, the group blends odes to music and romance with personal accounts of adventures fueled by the quantity of Budweiser that gives Sixer its name. These tales have a well-worn feel, documenting experiences that likely happened several times before they were committed to paper. It’s the timeless story of everyman, intended for an audience younger than age thirty, preferably tattooed. Cash donations accepted at the table in the rear.