House of Blues, July 6

“People always ask if our songs are all about liquor, women, drugs or killing,” frontman Eddie Spaghetti mused, “to which I have to say, ‘Yup. Pretty much.’“

Certainly our favorite of the bands fronted by men named for pasta, Supersuckers tore through a rollicking set of their punktry as table-setters for Reverend Horton Heat on a night when guitarist “Metal” Marty Chandler was celebrating his birthday. His present? He got to shred the most shredable guitar solo of all time—that of Led Zep’s “Heartbreaker”—followed by the whole band jamming James Gang’s “Funk No. 49.”

That, though, was the icing on a cake of blistering originals, going back all the way to ’92 for “Coattail Rider,” plus crowd faves “Pretty Fucked Up,” “Cowboy Song” and “Born With a Tail.” Spaghetti likes to say the Supersuckers are “the greatest rock ’n’ roll band in the world.” Greatest? Probably not. Most fun? Definitely in the running. ★★★☆☆

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Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter

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(R) ★★☆☆☆ Adapted from Seth Grahame-Smith’s (Pride and Prejudice and Zombies) novel, which is more fun, this portrays Honest Abe (Benjamin Walker) as a rail-splitting enemy of the vampires who killed his mother. The story also turns the Civil War into a battle between the humans of the North and the bloodsuckers from the Confederacy. It’s a little fun. But the director is sloppy and far too in love with slo-mo kill shots. A splattery diversion and not much more.