How many times can Peter Murphy rise from the dead? Only Bela Lugosi knows. The former Bauhaus frontman abandoned his band in 1983 and seemingly peaked as a solo artist with 1989's Bowie-hungry Deep. Bauhaus' two attempted reunions, in 1998 and 2005, yielded a rabid single ("The Dog's a Vapour") and its first studio LP in 25 years (Go Away White), yet ultimately brought only coffin closure. Murphy resurfaced in 2011 with Ninth, sounding more vital than ever, then made headlines in 2013 for a hit-and-run incident in Los Angeles that resulted in DUI and methamphetamine possession charges; his subsequent Mr. Moonlight tour oddly celebrated 35 years of Bauhaus with Murphy performing band material by himself. Instead of an unfortunate end, the gaunt Godfather of Goth received a creative transfusion. His June release Lion (Nettwerk) courses with dark, dangerous energy, its industrial rush a naturally unnatural byproduct of Murphy's bled-out yowls and Killing Joke's Martin "Youth" Glover's replenishing production. The pair reportedly cranked out the album in five days, resulting in bursts of peculiar, spectacular inspiration: "I Am My Own Name" is a monstrous declaration of clout-swinging independence, and on "The Ghost of Shokan Lake," Murphy goes spirit-hunting with a multi-tracked mob of lost souls marching behind him. Let others carry the torches, it seems to scream — Murphy's too busy being one. My Jerusalem opens. Tickets $20, $100 VIP.