In the shadow of an uptown strip-mall neighborhood, past the city of Chicago’s dump truck parking lot, lurks a neat little spot called the Hideout. Last night Aids Wolf probably alerted the entire strip-mall community that something loud and wild lives in the backyard. Their three piece wall of sound melted-faces into something you’d find in a seripop poster. Which they happened to bring a large collection of. All that remained after the final notes of the set, were debris of fans, now turned skeletons with chunks of flesh hanging off.