Some bands can’t help but embody whatever geographic region spawned them, and Throw Rag is one of those bands. Hailing from the Salton Sea, a wasteland of trailer homes and meth labs 60 miles southeast of Palm Springs, the grizzled sextet look and sound like they just crawled out of the desert, sandblasted, sun beaten and completely out of their fucking minds. There ain’t a trace of pretension in their amphetamine cocktail mix of the Stooges and the Cramps; like their trashy forebears, the band is smart enough to know hard rock ‘n’ roll is best served on a greasy, unsanitary platter, and they’ve got one of the dirtiest in the current punk underground, all clenched-fist power chords, snarling vocals and a vague rockabilly swagger. And frontman Captain Sean Doe has a knack for crazed showmanship on par with Iggy Pop and Lux Interior. Unlike their predecessors, though, Throw Rag’s sonic chaos isn’t shambolic, but tight and punchy, with some bizarrely catchy hooks that explode onstage like landmines buried in mountains of grime. Catch the shrapnel at the Troubadour on May 26.