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Avril Lavigne
Alltel Pavilion

What a whacky musical universe it is, when the girls that wear pink Polos and cardigan pullovers listen to the same stuff that thrift-store-raiding scenesters dig--and when it's actually punk to shop in the mall. Lavigne, one of the commercial cornerstones of the regrettable cash-ploitation of punk, does what all real rockers do, touring sheds, getting all "Complicated," slapping the "Sk8r Boys" and giving a few "My Happy Ending." Butch Walker--a brilliant melody man with the poetic flair of a 13-year-old boy--opens, followed by either Steve Perry or Tom Waits' heir apparent (your guess is as good as mine), Gavin Degraw. These days, punk costs $33.50-$46 and starts at 6:30 p.m. --Grayson Currin

King of Punk

You've heard all the D.I.Y. rhetoric of King of Punk before: a Boston punk with the imprint of his carpal and metacarpals tattooed on his hand runs a label, books tours and learns from his heroes; Cheetah Chrome discusses the diabolical essence of major labels and Jayne County says she blew her major chances when she allegedly defecated on stage; an all-girl, high-school punk band forms, meets boys, gets pregnant or into hardcore and disbands. But the King of Punk band is Fayetteville's OBGYN, a straight-up, ode-to-old-school punk anomaly in a military town filled with signs about Jesus and W, and their dynamic--young and ambitious, isolated and wondering--makes this documentary worth a watch. Chrome 21 opens at 9 p.m, the movie rolls at 10 p.m. and a "special guest band" plays at midnight. --Grayson Currin

The Receiving End of Sirens
The Brewery

Boston quintet The Receiving End of Sirens was among the most talked about small-stage acts on Warped Tour. They've got a chunky, post-core/screamo approach, but keep things in pretty good balance and on their debut, Between the Heart and the Synapse, add interesting layers of effects and electronics. Don't miss them. Rounding out the rest of the bill: Augustana recently signed to Epic and sound like someone crossed the Counting Crows and Dishwalla. Acceptance, Panic! At The Disco and Cartel are also on the bill. --Chris Parker

N.C. Museum of Art

Sean Connery was never more at ease and in sync with the 007 persona than in Thunderball, the fourth film in the James Bond series. From a Bond lore perspective, it's the first film with an underwater sequence, a villain using sharks, nuclear weapons being hijacked, and SPECTRE demanding a ransom of a Western power. It was also the first Bond movie filmed in Cinemascope, a facet that bodes well for audiences watching the outdoor widescreen at the N.C. Museum of Art's final entry in this summer's Movies on the Lawn series. Showtime is 9 p.m. --Neil Morris

NC WARN Benefit
Cat's Cradle

Although Cyril Lance is quite capable of a crackling version of a Willie Dixon song, his work is not pure blues; check out Lance and his band's take on jazz guitarist John Scofield's "Chank." In a similar vein, Jon Shain shakes up his blues foundation with touches of Steve Forbert folk-rock and John Hiatt roots-rock. And if you have the blues, the trio Saludos Compay will chase 'em away with their mix of traditional and contemporary Latin American music. This show is to raise funds for and awareness of NC WARN, a local grassroots organization that's looking out for the environment and public health (www.ncwarn.org). Helping starts at 8 p.m. for $10. --Rick Cornell

Chapel Hill
Tres Chicas
40 Acres house concert

These Chicas amble the dusty road between country and rock, winding their hearts around the backroads of love and loss, negotiating relational sinkholes and skirting treacherous washed-out commitments with a collective canny eye and passion. Their three-part harmonies ring clean and pure across songs that approach life's heartache with grudging acceptance and appreciation of the long road and its detours. They're back from London, where in May they recorded 10 songs for a new album with producer Neil Brockbank (Nick Lowe, Roxy Music). The show starts at 8 p.m., and tickets are $15. For location and more: www.fortyacres.org. --Chris Parker

Chapel Hill

Hoo dad! The surreal meets the anti-superhero in this melee of costumed chicanery. In a perfect bizarro world, Renelvis, the Filipino Elvis impersonator, Guaranteed Katch's detuned buffoons, and our own blue, not-so-meanie Torch Marauder would scuffle in a cartoonish battle royale. A boy can dream, right? Get goofy at 10 p.m. for $6. --Chris Toenes

Chapel Hill
A Rooster for the Masses
Local 506

One of the few bands standing to insist that the war isn't over though the battle (read: Nov. 2) is lost, A Rooster for the Masses mines a Margaret Thatcher-fueled English jerk 25 years--and 17 years of Republican presidential prudery--later, in the shadow of a stateside administration that is lighting too few musical fires. Donald-damning commandments and full-on lambaste of the wayward American way ensue, professed and preached in a live setting that asks impolitely for dancers--guitar slices, crazy key slides and a polemic two-frontman dynamic. A Rooster is sick of your snooze button. Tiger Bear Wolf get animalistic on the Dischord tomes. --Grayson Currin

A/V Geeks, Savage Knights

Raleighweird, indeed. Skip Elsheimer presents a batch of whacky '70s movie trailers in another A/V Geeks installation at 8 p.m., followed by The Guns of El Boracho. Free/freak/astral/elliptical jazz comes next with Savage Knights, the new spacecraft of Crowmeat Bob and friends: Members of The Countdown Quartet, STRANGE, Witchcraft by a Picture and Daddy unite--and diverge. The suggested donation of $3 is a bargain for a night of entertainment that will never possibly be repeated. --Grayson Currin

Chapel Hill
The Moggs, Unwed Sailor
With their bone-snapping bombast drums and shredding and metallic guitar noir, Northern Cali's The Moggs have escaped the candy-stripe scare most male/female, drum/guitar duos came down with. Even with nom de plumes, Miss Minor and Sir Plus, they alternately grip vocal duties with devious grins while alternating their tension soundtracks with a precise pummel. Their just-issued debut, The White Belt is Not Enough, will be cat-called with recent/contemporary comparisons by many, though it carries a weight similar to fellow Californian Henry Kaiser's full band assaults on 1980's Aloha. It is true. More subdued yet richer in cinematic swell is Jonathan Ford's Unwed Sailor. From storybook soundtracks to lonesome-highway mantras, Ford spent seven years reworking the fabled "post-rock" blueprint like origami. Heiress opens at 10 p.m. Cover is $5. --Eric Weddle

Wednesday next
Chapel Hill

Aloha likes to go contrary-to-first-glance assumptions, as they hail not from America's island state but from the ultra-landlocked Bowling Green, Ohio. The sound is full of the same surprises: Described by both critics and fans as prog-prone pop, these four Midwesterners seem more inspired by classical and psyched muses than Tull or Tormato, pairing audacious arrangements to Britpop Lite pleasantness and a trailerload of keys, vibraphones and a mellotron. Make Believe has cancelled, but you'll get Fin Fang Foom and Cities, instead. --Grayson Currin

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