Consider this a warning. The Black Lips, Atlanta’s favorite juvenile delinquents, have the capability to turn any live show into a living, breathing OSHA health hazard. Even if managing to avoid the quartet’s spit, vomit, blood and urine, one should still expect to exit the club soaked in PBR.

Admittedly, the antics, which have also included on-stage intra-band brawls and makeout sessions, could originally be attributed to both teenage drunkenness and lack of technical ability. However, as the band has improved musically over the past seven years, the flaming drum kit, lit firecrackers, airborne body fluids and errant livestock are no longer a necessary distraction — but they still remain a powerful draw. No one knows what stunts the Black Lips are going to pull next.

Photo by Daniel Arnold from the band’s Myspace.