By Artie Capshaw

The Glugggs do things with a rainstick that have to seen to be believed. But only if you’re over 18.

The trio, whose name’s an anagram of all their initials, is barely out of high school themselves, and they sure know what the college crowd wants: Funky bass, heavy metal drums, rangy vocals and simulated sex.

We glugged a few drafts with The Glugggs and learned that they’re an honorary local band who may hail from the grander regional circuit but who crash at a friend’s house here in town for weeks at a time. We can only imagine what goes on in that house.

The Gym Wipes and Revolution Bucket at The Bullfinch, upping this month’s punk ratio and assuring that the club will have to mop the floor… Centerpull and Teflon Lubricating at Hamilton’s, but the Glugggs are so much sexier… MegaRoll Bio and The Degradable Band at D’ollaire’s, doing the nostalgia-tour clean-sweep…