At a concert last month in Lawrence, one young woman sported a white T-shirt decorated with the black-marker message "I [heart] Goatwhore." Unfortunately for the New Orleans-based black-metal quartet, its name had been crossed out and replaced with Beck, that evening's headliner. Hell hath no fury like a satanic band scorned, so the fair-weather fan would do well to repent. Otherwise, she might risk the type of cruel, unusual and needlessly complicated punishment chronicled in tunes such as "Invert the Virgin," "Beauty in Suffering" and "Perversions of the Ancient Goat." Like any good devil-worshipping act, Goatwhore remains on the road during the winter holidays, praising Baphomet and the dark goddess while heckling the God-fearing acts who spend Christmas at home or -- Beelzebub forbid -- at church. Even for those who aren't followers of the Dark Prince -- or of Soilent Green and Crowbar, the other bands in which Goatwhore's members play -- this show offers benefits. Its rib-cracking rhythms will instantly erase any trace of seasonal standards, and its blood-splattered, carcass-strewn live shows demonstrate a creative method of leftovers disposal.