Brick by Brick books the 30-year-strong “smart-metal” band Kings X. The Louisiana-based trio is on the Inside/Out label and touring behind their 12th proper, XV, a hook-heavy collection that allmusic.com scored four of five stars and said was “among their most consistent and focused albums.” After all these years, long live the Kings. These’re sick sets with Trinidad’s metal men Orange Sky and like-minded locals New Day Mile.... Bush man Gavin Rossdale will visit House of Blues tonight. The 41-year-old Brit split from his popular alt-rock group in 2002. Since, he’s appeared in several B flicks, married ska-pop diva Gwen Stefani, and fathered her two sons. Whatev. Rossdale’s back in the music-making biz with a solo debut out on Interscope called Wanderlust, which charted at number 12 on release and then turned to dust in the wind. He’s a looker with a cool voice, though.... Another Interscope “artist,” Kate Voegele, just dropped her sophomore pop-song bomb (it hit Billboard at #10 on release), appropriately titled A Fine Mess. The shooting star crashes into Soma.... Underground haps: Atlanta, Gee A’s garage-punk gurus the Woggles wiggle into Bar Pink. The 20-year vets have got one ton of spunk in the trunk, so prepare to be rawked.... Casbah revives SanDago’s new-math instrumental jam band Sleeping People. The quintet’s been hibernating since their European tour behind last year’s head trip Growing. Little White Teeth and Aspects of Physics set the Midtown stage.... It’ll be locals only at Mission Beach when Demasiado, A Scribe Amidst the Lions, Burning of Rome, Irradio, and Holding Air Hostage take over Canes.... Singer-songwriters Jackie Green and Johnzo West do their sing-song thing at Belly Up...and Cherry Hill, Jersey boys Makeout Party dim the lights at Radio Room.
SanFran’s lo-fi acousticat Nicholas Haughton will deliver letters & numbers to San Diego this weekend with three, count ‘em three chances to catch the act. Friday’s dates include a freebie up at Lou’s in Encinitas early on and a late set at Ruby Room with Radaid (Guadalajara) and the Paragraphs. letters & numbers on Tuesday dropped debut full-length Cat’s Game. Cozy up to some Space takes, Mountain Goats fans, because you are going to love this kid. Haughton “et al.” are playing Radio Room on Sunday, but I’ll remind you when we get there.... Some other good stuff: Long Island emo-core crew Taking Back Sunday will be taking over Soma’s main stage with hot-off-the-presses and sure to melt the charts New Again, the guitarist-challenged quintet’s fourth proper. Anberlin and Envy on the Coast also on the bill.... Psychedelic prog rockers Astra will do the CD-release thing for Rise Above Records debut The Weirding at Casbah. Their far-out friends in Earthless will split the bill.... And uptown, you got Latin dance jams by Agua Dulce at the Ken, and Bar Pink fills a psych-pop bill with Marylanders Cotton Jones, L.A. folkies the Parson Redheads, and from Portland, winners of band-name-of-the-week, Boy Eats Drum Machine.
Save the ARC for our little dudes and dollies! That's the Adams Rec Center and, hot damn, Normal Heights'll be crammed full of bands and fine-art stands Saturday from noon to ten to kick this cause in the wallet. Get to artaroundadams.com for lineup and locale.... How’s your skank? Bust out the sharkskin and skinny neckwear, mod man, ska’s back at Casbah with the Slackers, See Spot, and Social Green.... Homegrown roots-reggae sextet Tribal Seeds do their CD-release thing at Soma. The new one’s called The Harvest, and it’s bountiful, rasta.... Uptowners: mellow folkies the Predicates play Lestat’s...Soda Bar draws hardcore hits Long and Short of It with Tarrakian and GORT...Bar Pink books Fort Worth folk-rockers Telegraph Canyon...country-fried foursome the Deere Johns and Diablo Dimes will throw grease on the Caburlesque Kittens’ fire at Beauty Bar...while Swiss punkabilly band the Peacocks strut into Radio Room with Henchmen, Strikers, and Death Valley Drifters. (That’s some comp’ny Peacocks keep.)
YepRoc's punkabilly perennials the Legendary Shack Shakers will shake the beams at beachside bar Canes. Stephen King’s favorite Nashville quartet’s set to drop their sixth set, AgriDustrial. Had no idea Jesus Lizard Duane Dennison was now slinging the six-string with these cats. Dude shreds.... Else: “The Larry Bird’s mustache of indie rock,” Toronto rocktronica act Holy Fuck, join our own Crocodiles at Casbah...comedienne Paula Poundstone will work the room at Anthology...and here’s your friendly reminder: last chance to catch letters & numbers at Radio Room before they head back to the Bay Area.
Evan Dando’s Lemonheads will tart up Casbah’s Anti-Monday meeting. The Boston band’s due to drop a covers collection in June. It’s called Varshon, and it looks as if this Gibby Haynes–baked biscuit’s been in the oven for about three years. Guest vocalists on the disc are Liv Tyler and Kate Moss. (Oh, Evan.) Anyway, last year, 1992’s It’s a Shame About Ray got classics status props at the NME awards. Give it a spin if you can find it. Still holds water.
Casbah stages a dynamite double bill with indie-rawk stalwarts the Constantines and Pitchfork’s flavor-of-the-month, Crystal Antlers.... Yellowman and the Night Doctors work up Belly Up.... North Parking? Catch Rich White Males, Leftovers, and the Accoutrements at Radio Room, or cocktail and coif at Beauty Bar to the dulcet tones of the Predicates.
Packing up here...House of Blues has metal-core crews Testament and Unearth...Aussie dark wavers the Church (“Under the Milky Way”) and onetime Swerdriverer Adam Franklin play Belly Up...and apparently Ruby Room found six (?!) metal bands in San Diego and is going to let them — I mean, is paying them handsomely to fill an all-metal bill at the Hillcrest hot spot...but y’know what, I want you to stay home and rest up, rockers. Yeah, you heard the Crawler right. Save your money and your mustard, cuz Jay freaking Reatard will be at the Casbah tomorrow night, and I wanna play back-to-back air guitar with you, slip in your sweat and spill beer on each other. Man, it’s gonna be so goddamn tight. My head’s banging as I type this, and it’s two weeks off. I’m Bam Bam for Jay, man, fucking Bam Bam. — Barnaby Monk