D.O.A. frontman Joe Keithley stood onstage at the Domino Room on Friday, glaring out at the smallish group of sweating punks hanging on his every word. Three days had passed since the election of President-elect Donald Trump, and no one looked happy.

“So, I hear you got a new president,” he said into the microphone, straining to be heard over the squalling feedback coming from his battered SG. “Good f—ing luck with that.”

Keithley and the latest version of his seminal Canadian hardcore trio — featuring drummer Paddy Duddy and bassist Mike Hodsall — then blasted into a particularly tense version of “Class War.” By the end of the song, the kids in the crowd were pumping their fists and screaming along in the circle pit as Keithley swung his guitar around behind his head for a blistering solo.

The scene would be a familiar one throughout D.O.A.’s raging, hour-plus set. Band and fans alike were ready for a release of pent-up energy, anger and depression, and found it in Keithley’s strident political and social anthems. But more than anything the show seemed to be about unity and camaraderie, from the way the mosh pit would come to a halt to help a fallen punk to his or her feet, to Keithley’s final words to the crowd during the encore: “Don’t be afraid, don’t mourn, organize.”

Two-minute speed-screeds such as “Race Riot,” “2+2” and “Police Brutality” were already going to sound particularly vital given the current climate. Keithley, whose energy doesn’t seem at all diminished from the early ’80s, did the rest, ably backed by one of the best versions of D.O.A. he’s ever assembled.

From show opener “The Enemy” on, the band sounded as if it was playing everything at least four times faster than the original recordings. But the details were there even at ludicrous speed: the barreling drum rolls of “World War 3”; Keithley’s stinging leads on “2+2”; the rhythm changes from “D.O.A.” into the cover of Edwin Starr’s “War.”

Keithley has always been one of hardcore’s most inventive guitarists (he should be, as a founding father of the genre). At 60, he’s still one of the most demonstrative players as well: He spent much of the show swinging his instrument around, Hendrix-style, or standing with a foot up on the monitor, mugging for his audience. Many songs ended in ferocious kick-offs between Keithley and Hodsall (it’s a wonder none of the fake kicks-to-the-face actually landed).

The set drew heavily from the band’s earliest classics, 1980’s “Something Better Change” and 1981’s “Hardcore ’81,” but still found time for later gems in the band’s career, including last year’s “Not Gonna Take Your Crap No More.” The encore closed with “F—ed Up Donald,” the band’s Trump-attacking remake of “F—ed Up Ronnie.” Released earlier this year as a warning, in this setting the song was once again a rousing battle cry three decades on from the original.

Openers Dreadful Children (from Seattle) and locals The Confederats set the mood with blistering sets of their own. Dreadful Children’s more mid-tempo, melodic punk contrasted with The Confederats’ 200 mph hardcore blasts, offering the already activated mosh pit a taste of things to come.

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