“Opinions expressed are subject to being personal, unfunny, and full of typos.” Rosemary Bystrak, blogger and all-around all-arounder, will celebrate six years of her very excellent reportage on the San Diego scene @SD:Dialed In. I like how the colon and the big D in “Dialed” make a smiley face, just like every picture I see of her on her site. She’s a fun-lover and just about the best booster of local bands San Diego ever had. Go celebrate with Rosie tonight at Casbah, buy her a beer, and enjoy rootsy barroom rock by the Howls, Trouble in the Wind, Michael McGraw & the Butchers, and Burning Jet Black.... Best of the rest around town finds the Dutch symphonic-metal stylings of Epica at House of Blues. The female-fronted sextet is out to tout this year’s proggy goth-flavored Requiem for the Indifferent...English pop-rock guitarist Dave Mason (“Feelin’ Alright,” “We Just Disagree”) will sling his Strat at Anthology...SD vets Zander Cox of Scotch Greens and Ian Taylor of Furious IV will turn up at Eleven...while a block east, Soda Bar stages NPR-approved Portlandian Laura Gibson, who is touring in support of this year’s Barsuk batch of indie folk, La Grande.
The ’Zonie folk-punk duo of Sean Bonnette and Ben Gallaty, aka Andrew Jackson Jihad, check into Ché Café for two nights of furious strummin’ and drummin’. Fans of the brand would do well to get their hands on last year’s thrill-a-minute Knife Man — “The Michael Jordan of Drunk Driving,” “Zombie by the Cranberries by Andrew Jackson Jihad” — come the fuck on! On Friday night, Future of the Left, Jeff Rosenstock, and GRRRLFRRRND open the show. On Saturday, you get local faves Cuckoo Chaos, too. You can catch up with Welsh noise-rock trio Future of the Left (ex-McClusky) in this week’s Of Notes.... Farther up the 5, SanFran alt-rock band Mother Hips will take the stage at Belly Up for two sets, one of which will be Back to the Grotto, the band’s 1993 debut, in toto. Rugburners Steve Poltz & Stinky will set the stage.... Else: New Orleans indie-rock duo, and another fine addition to the stellar Park the Van roster, Generationals will play Casbah behind their brand-new EP, Lucky Numbers. L.A.’s Races go first...Atlanta band and Black Lips cohorts Gentleman Jesse & His Men and our own Modern Rifles aim to rock Soda Bar with jukebox power-pop...whilst songsmiths the Watson Twins, John Meeks & Joanie Mendenhall, and Shane Alexander fill a bill at Bay Park bar the Griffin.
Small band, big sound. L.A.’s experimental instrumentalists El Ten Eleven land at newish NoPark rock stop the Irenic. The post-rock pair of Kristian Dunn and Tim Fogarty turn drums and a double-neck guitar into a tidal wave of watch out. They are touring in support of this year’s Transitions, which the “power duo” intended to “cause as much head nodding as possible.” Hit up the interweb for the ten-minute title track for a taste. Michna and Yourself & the Air open the all-ages show.... Kinda near there, lo-fi locals Plateaus will celebrate the release of their “sensibly modern with a deranged twist on 1960s pop and 1970s-style punk” debut Art Fag disc at Soda Bar. Joy and Art Fag’s talented tastemaker DJ Mario Orduno in support.... Andthensomes: country skrunks Bastard Sons join drag-strip rockers Stephen Rey & the Sex Trash at the Griffin...that jazzy headbending sax-cat Ian Tordello and his trio follow pianoman Danny Green and his trio into the backroom at 98 Bottles...Tin Can Alehouse stages a bon voyage + birthday bill, as Todd Day Wait’s Pigpen plays a farewell set after Black Sands blows out the candles on Heather’s cake...alt-rock radio staples Everclear and Eve 6 check in at 4th&B downtown...Latin-flavored jam band Agua Dulce’s out at Winston’s in O.B...and up in O’side, at the Royal Dive, L.A. hardcore-punk perennials Angry Samoans invade the stage with Hula Guns, Civil Satans, and the Defex.
Clarence Reid of Cochran, Georgia, started off writing songs for other artists of the R&B/dance-band ilk (Sam & Dave, KC & the Sunshine Band), then he metamorphosed into Blowfly, a song parodist and performance artist who is as nasty as he wants to be. (He’s 73, after all.) Just scroll down the titles in his discography. This year’s studio set, his first in four years, is called Black in the Sack and has a song called “Spermy Night.” The Fly lands at Soda Bar Sunday night after Homeless Sexuals, Roxy Jones, and Grammatical B.... Looking for something a little higher up the brow, Dizzy’s does its annual Piano Summit at their new digs, Jet Ski P.B. The night’s bill of fare features some of the best in the biz: Anthony Davis, Joshua White, Richard Thompson, Mikan Zlatkovich, Barnaby Finch, Irving Flores, Daniel Jackson, and Danny Green.
SacTown sextet the Deftones hits House of Blues with their brand of alt-metal Monday night. The band’s been at it for going on 25 years and last week released what many critics are calling their best set yet, Koi No Yokan. Means “premonition of love.” Metalsucks awards it five out of five devil horns for its recipe of “alt-scream-dream-Meshuggah-Neurosis-Durans-Cure-core.” Hell to the yes. I’ll be at the bar watching the Bears/Niners, let me know when they’re about to go on.
Saddle Creek indie artistes the Faint will play their big disc, Danse Macabre, at House of Blues on Tues. The Nebraska-based five-piece just released a deluxe edition of the remastered disc that includes “unreleased tracks and a DVD of live footage from that era’s tour dates.” Get that, you don’t even have to go to the show, but then you’d miss openers Trust and Casket Girls. Your call, man.... Rock-steady royalty Toots & the Maytals will play an acoustic show at Belly Up.... And Dizzy’s has a doozy of a trad-jazz trio on Tuesday, featuring St. Louis stride pianist Stephanie Trick, New Orleans native Tim Laughlin on clarinet, and SD/Austin drummer Hal Smith.
Thanksgiving prayer at the Monk House: “Dear God, thanks for the health of my family, the bounty we are about to crush, and that fucking awesome Rush show at the Valley View Casinorena last night. Geddy was in awesome voice and Alex and Neil were lockstep as usual. If you haven’t heard it, the new stuff is great, God, and the radio hits are so high-def live. They played some surprising deep cuts, too. (No “By-tor,” but you can’t have everything...) I was really close to the stage and can’t hear squat right now, which is cool because the family’s about to start round three of its annual Thanksgiving bout. Anyway, God, thanks for Rush, or as we call them here in the Monk House, the ‘Canadian holy trinity.’ Who ate all the damn yams?!”
— Barnaby Monk