The Black Lips are one band that will never be accused of putting on a yawner. The Atlantans pretty much guarantee it: If their discordant sort of lo-fi garage psychedelia threatens to lose an audience, even for a second, they're going to do everythi...

Maybe the Black Lips will use their 8 p.m. Turner Hall Ballroom appearance to put on a nice, orderly and workmanlike show—but it’s unlikely. The rowdy garage-rock group has developed a nasty reputation for their antics-filled live shows, which have included bodily excretions, nudity, man-on-man action and the . . .

In many cultures, Black Lips are considered unbecoming because they “tend to cast a sad reflection on one’s shoddy lifestyle,” according to the beauty and lifestyle magazine I Love India. Fittingly, then, few bands on the indie-rock radar are as notorious for troublemaking and excess as the Black Lips, a noisy, bluesy foursome from Atlanta. First there’s the band’s name, which could be viewed in a not-so-friendly light, especially after a few drinks. There’s also bassist Jared Swilley’s drunken driving charge, which keeps the band from crossing the Canadian border legally.