Those on the crew of the punk-driven Austin band …And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead must have one of the hardest jobs in rock. Not only does the band destroy instruments midshow in cathartic rains of heavy aggression, they expect the techies to repair them — while the show goes on. It’s partially a cover-up: Though the band rages, it’s not against much, and songs from their most recent “Worlds Apart” (Interscope), like the Pumpkinsesque “Caterwaul,” don’t connect with the authority of artists like the Mars Volta and punk-pop followers like Jimmy Eat World.
Trail of Dead make up for that with dual-drum assaults and rowdy guitar roars that always percolate into a sea of noisiness. Their sound needs to be thunderous, and it is — and more. With every crack of a snare or every tom-tom fill, there’s an equally thumping guitar lick that fills the auditorium.
By the end of the set, when the band invited literally the whole crowd to join them onstage, it was sheer mayhem. It’s too bad there wasn’t more of that earlier in the evening — with that kind of anarchy, those enormous sounds might have connected rather than simply dissipated.