I think I'm going to have nightmares tonight.

The voice of Sexpipe singer Abigail Hall is still ringing in my head like a well-dressed demon I pissed off. I caught this band earlier at Piano's and must confess, truly, they are a sight and sound to behold.

At first sight, the Nashville--based band seems like a more danceable L7 or — dare I say — a more menacing Bikini Kill, but the intricacies of their music reveal a milieu of various influences.

Guitarist Claire Campbell, shredding like the best of them, reveals a dirtiness taking their sound from merely heavy to gigantic, not unlike Kurt Cobain or Ron Asheton, and occasionally, playing a lead that reminds me of early Afghan Whigs.

The fully capable rhythm section of Nick Bennett and Lindsay Johns lays an able backbone to the music falling into a groove that gives the entire wall of noise a bit of occasional booty-shakery — if you know what I mean. Cellist Sarah Marshall adds an amazing lead line to many of the songs and, during the faster songs, throws a bit of chaos into the mix that reminds me of the Butthole Surfers at their heaviest. Hall keeps the songs dynamic, alternating between low-pitched crooning and hardcore shrieks of anger reminiscent of Mike Patton.

All together, it makes for an amazingly unique show — equal parts action packed and terrifying. Their songs range from quick and dirty punk rock jabs to slow rumbling "ballads" (I use this term lightly) that start off slowly and build to triumphant climax of epic fury.

They're playing again this Monday (Feb. 2) at Trash Bar and, if you want to treat yourself to one of the most dynamic and unique shows you'll see all year, get yourself there.

The Sexpipes, Feb. 2, Trash Bar, Sexpipes Myspace