Some performers, like Jarvis Cocker or Prince, are able to make their music purely, simply, uncomfortably about sex without it being embarrassing or seeming insincere. Their songs are chicken fights, bold stare-downs, at the end of which we always blink. There’s always going to be something pretty thrilling about a singer doing away with juvenile innuendo and going straight for the jugular. Sugar Sugar Sugar absolutely ooze sex. The band’s music is guttural, sometimes kind of violent and very dirty. Ranging from sleazy, harmonica-driven punk-blues to something that wouldn’t sound out of place on an early Kinks album, Sugar Sugar Sugar comes across like something pretty unique in these parts: a band that sounds just as at home playing in a dive as it would on a festival mainstage.

[The New Frontier Lounge, with Lozen, Special Guests, 9:30 p.m., cover TBA, 301 E. 25th St., Tacoma, 253.572.4020]