The Terminals

Their hearts pumping retro blood, the Terminals blend the soul of Chuck Berry with the punch of the Ramones. The Nebraska band’s fuzzed-out recordings — especially its new album, Forget About Never — rage with juiced-up country beats, crunchy guitars and enough energy to galvanize the most lethargic of bodies. Why doesn’t everyone make this kind of music? Ushering in the night are local sleazemasters the Spook Lights and, in what might be its last show, the garage-rock outfit the Spread Eagles.