Punk rawk trio the Oblivians go off at Casbah Saturday night.
Ooh ahh pretty. Happy Independence Day, Patriots! Except you, Aaron Hernandez.... After the sis, the boom, and the bah, hit up Soda Bar, where Toronto collective Grounders join ’lectronic locals Dudes and Island Boy to fill a salty avant-pop bill. From the sounds pissing out my Mac speakers, Grounders has gotten hella drunk from Toronto’s art-rock rivers. This year’s Park the Van offering, Wreck of a Smile, is organic and leaching, in keeping with early comps to Grizzly Bear, Real Estate, and the mighty Mercury Rev. I am all in on this one. Pardon my frankfurter burps.
Radio-rock group Fleetwood Mac is back at Viejas Arena Friday night.
“It was kind of like picking the scab off an open wound again and again. That’s part of the legacy of the band.” That’s guitarist/singer/songwriter Lindsay Buckingham talking about his inescapable radio-rock outfit Fleetwood Mac, which plays Viejas Arena at SDSU Friday night. Yeah, the Mac is back and just as just-above-average as they ever were, scabs and all. The now-quartet — their fifth, the piano-player Christine McVie (“Don’t Stop,” “Over My Head,” “Say You Love Me”), has finally and forever called it quits with the group — dropped a new EP earlier in the year, Extended Play, to coincide with the 34-city tour. Lead single “Sad Angel,” which Buckingham says is their most “Mac-y song” in a long time, is all over the interwebs if you’re interested. Rumours and Tusk played a pretty poignant role in my musical upbringing, so I can’t not go. Y’know, out of respect.... Else: Avalon Tattoo sets up a smorgasbord of sound to celebrate 24 years of inking SD, as hard-rocking Marsupials, electro-bluesman Low Volts, and art-punk finishers Ghetto Blaster dish it out at Casbah...up the big hill, the fun to say but tough to type fuzz-rockers Schitzophonics and Yevtushenko split a bill at Tin Can Ale House...Shakedown stages Orange County’s biblically bent punk perennials Shattered Faith with one of the o-riginal nardcore quartets False Confession and “hardcore’s festering sore,” the Bad Samaritans...northa town, Ché Café dons Dirt Dress, a tasty-sounding VU-infused lo-fi trio from L.A...while across campus, Compton rapper Problem’s at Porter’s Pub...and northa northa town, Lincoln Park’s hip-hop hit Mitchy Slick takes the mic at O’side’s Royal Dive.
Garage-punk Seattleites the Purrs play Bar Pink Saturday night.
After a string of solid releases with his band the Reigning Sound, blue-collar rocker Greg Cartwright reunited his blues-infused garage-punk trio the Oblivians for this year’s on-and-off comebacker, Desperation. Early Oblivians (Soul Food, Popular Favorites) had a frantic immediacy that rears back on a couple of Desperation tracks (“Run for Cover” and the Butterfield cut “Loving Cup”), but mostly it’s Reigning Sound with the fuzz turned up and the punk turned down. And that, kids, is evolution. With like-minded locals Octa#Grape, Shake Before Us, and the Kabbs, these are the sets to get to Saturday night.... If you miss the door in Middletown and need that garage-rock sound, I recommend the Purrs. Ripped this from Spin: “The Purrs blend the bright fun of righteously sweet guitar hooks with woozy psych-rock and a serious devotion to melancholy moodiness.” Whatever. The Purrs kill it onstage. The Seattle act will be at Bar Pink with local barroom rockers Joey Harris & the Mentals.... Best of the rest: “Your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper,” Houstown’s glass-eyed MC Devin the Dude, appears at Porter’s Pub in advance of this year’s One for the Ride...Chicago's "dirty half-dozen" MF Ruckus joins Midnight Eagle and Shotguns-N-Gasoline to take down the Shakedown...and from Huffington Beach, heavy-metal hair band Leatherwolf brings on their “triple axe attack” at Brick by Brick.
Seal Beach four-piece RX Bandits hit House of Blues on the ten-year anniversary of their high-water mark, The Resignation, an occasionally awesome collection of proggy ska-punk. (I know, but somehow it works.) New Yawk indie-rawk quartet Northern Faces, touring in support of Southern Places, open the show.... Belly Up and San Diego’s blues ambassador Earl Thomas host a Blues Hall of Fame benefit, featuring beaucoup bands of the brand (and beyond). Too many for my limited listing, so click this for the grist: bellyup.com/calendar.
Weed-metal trio Weedeater will mow 'em down at Soda Bar on Tuesday.
If you’re up for dragging that long holiday weekend into Monday night, Ché Café stages Providence sludge-metal duo the Body. Pocket some ear plugs on your way out the door, because the Body is lush but it’s LOUD. If you’re a fan of the brand, you have to check out their sophomore set All the Waters of the Earth Turn to Blood, which they recorded with the Assembly of Light Choir. Doom + gospel singers = Goosebump City, baby.... Austin’s psych-metal throwbacks Scorpion Child have a playdate at Casbah with the hard-rocking Radio Birdman Deniz Tek.
More heaviosity on Tuesday, as Weedeater, ASG, and Lo Pan line up to melt faces and crush craniums at Soda Bar. The experts over at Encyclopaedia Metallum call Cape Fear’s Weedeater “weed metal.” Uh-huh.... Must be some kind of renaissance of ’80s New York hardcore going on. Reagan Youth just came through town, and now Urban Waste blows into Tower Bar. UW cut their teeth at CBGB and were active for about three years, releasing one EP. We used to crank it at the Bro Bowl in Tampa. “Copious amounts of shredding for shredding the coping,” one would say in that Grey Poupon manner before closing the cassette door. It never got old. Out of Time, Systematic Abuse, and Nerve Control open the show.... 91X plugs in its Loudspeaker at Bay Park bar the Griffin, where here-via-Brooklyn band the Sinclairs headlines sets by Translation Audio, Real Things Are Good, and Ancient Sea. The Sinclairs had the balls to put this on their FB page: “If Ray Davies and Roger Daltrey had had a child, I’m sure it would be trying hard to get into the Sinclairs — Sean Lennon.” That is stupid on so many levels.
House of Blues hosts Portland indie-pop group Portugal. The Man on Wednesday night.
Dave Good broke down the Palms gig at Belly Up in this week’s Of Note. Some sort of super group. Bastardization, I say. I’m against that shit, and you should be too!... Go see Indie Rock Band. The Name at House of Blues. A wholesome-looking group of boys from Portland that sometimes calls itself Portugal. The Man. Crazy kids. Indie poppers Avi Buffalo roam in first.... Or, OR, just up Fifth at the Tin Can Ale House in Bankers Hill, local experimental-instrumental combo Interrobang clangs after Kissing Party (Denver) and Mandarin Dynasty...loud-ass locals Archons, Lord Howler, and Coda Reactor turn up down at Casbah...nu-grass jam band Railroad Earth will play Humphreys by the Bay...and it’ll be “Rudies vs. Greasers” at Til-Two, where Steady 45s (i.e., the rudies) split a bill with Jonny B & the Avenues (i.e., the greasers). Out!
— Barnaby Monk