The Psychedelic Furs: Still making music that's fun, sexy, and a bit dangerous. October opened with a one-two punch as the dreamy double bill of the Psychedelic Furs and The Jesus and Mary Chain turned College Street Music Hall into a post-punk version of heaven. The two lyrically and sonically charged bands have more than their legendary status in common: both were started by and continue to be anchored by brothers, both have been making music for over 40 years, and both have a unique sound that has been highly influential but can never be confused with anyone else.Opening the show was Frankie Rose, who came to a darkened stage bathed in red light and backed by a projection screen, from which various sculptures, shapes, and static accentuated her New Wave-peppered electric pop that married sexy synths, moody guitars, and melodic vocals. As the crowd filled in, more and more people — from teens to sexagenarians — cheered her on and some were even singing along. I hear this New York-based musician and songwriter has performed previously at the Space Ballroom, but she was new to me, a perfect start to the night’s proceedings. It was the type of music I spent a number of my younger years listening to in my room while writing: ethereal with an edge. I may start doing that again with Rose’s discography (actually, I already have: her latest album, Love as Projection, is playing in the background while I’m writing this piece.)Frankie Rose The Jesus and Mary Chain arrived on to a dark stage to a thunderous reception and got right into the music. There was not much talk during the set, save for words of gratutude from vocalist Jim Reid, but their songs spoke for them with lyrics that cut deep and soundscapes that helped you stay there. Rose came out to join them twice on the songs ​“Sometimes Always” and ​“Just Like Honey,” two of the band’s more sweeping and lush sings, and many sang along as they did for one of their other more famous songs, ​“Head On,” the pulsing rhythm of that one also causing the crowd to pulse along with them. For many it appeared to be an almost meditative experience, held in moment and memory as they swayed in place, eyes closed to the searing sounds of a band whose songs still hold much meaning so many years later. Twice the Jesus. For its final song, the band turned it all the way up and made the music hall throb as the extended guitar intro for ​“Reverence” — an apropos title, as that is exactly what was on display in the audience for the past hour — eventually gave way to the repetition of the lyrics ​“I wanna die.” It felt, however, like the crowd had come even more alive 15 songs later as they sang along to those words. The Jesus and Mary Chain The Psychedelic Furs completed the night in all of their charming glory, their vivacious lead vocalist and front man extraordinaire Richard Butler commanding the crowd from the moment he appeared on stage. Leading right out of the box with ​“The Boy That Invented Rock and Roll,” he solidified his reputation as the kind of vocalist you cannot take your eyes off of for one moment, and continued that without pause for over an hour. Whether he was hugging his brother, bassist Tim Butler, and resting his head on his shoulder while singing ​“Love My Way,” or leaning down and toward the audience on the edge of the stage hand outstretched during ​“Ghost in You,” everyone ate it up and screamed for more (including, in the interest of full disclosure, this reporter). Richard Butler The older songs still held strong, still brought back the memories of their heyday, but every song felt fresh, too, as if it was bursting open for the first time. The band — which also included Richard Fortus (occasionally on two guitars), Rich Good on guitar, Amanda Kramer on keys, and Zachary Alford on drums brought that lush yet powerful blend of punk and pop that have helped make Furs songs endure. Even ​“Pretty in Pink,” arguably their most famous song, saw the band bathed in pink light and offering it forward like their latest hit. You hear a lot from longtime music fans that nothing is the same, that they would not spend their money to see a band that has been around since their teens for a variety of reasons, but I can assure you that The Psychedelic Furs have not lost an ounce of steam. Even their most recent album, 2020’s Made For Rain, epitomizes their classic sound — fun, sexy, and a bit dangerous — and like all of their music, leaves you wanting more.This is the third time I have seen the Furs — the first time almost 13 years to the day of this show and the second time at College Street nine years ago — and each time they were a prime example of what you go to a live show for: energy, engagement, and community. This all-ages crowd loved this band, smiles were off the charts, friends danced and sang along, and when Richard raised his hands to the sky while closing the show with ​“Heaven,” for a moment I was a teenager again with that bracing hope that the music could change me, change all of us. Forty years later, and I can assure you that it did.