When G.G. Allin died in 1993, a lot of people breathed a sigh of relief. As Tesco Vee once said, “This feces-encrusted, jockstrap-wearin’ stinkbag was just gross.” That said, audiences flocked to see Allin’s transgressive, often coprophagic performances, to experience that mixture of fear and awe only the “rock ’n’ roll terrorist” could evoke. Allin has been gone two decades now, but a version of his backing band, the Murder Junkies, still tours, playing the Allin catalog, which includes such colorful ditties as “Anal Cunt” and “Raw, Brutal, Rough and Bloody.” The bill is rounded out with Busby Death Chair, Sons of Strippers, Public Sex and Dolly Rocker Ragdoll.