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For the week of 3.28 ~ 4.4

Music worth leaving the house for


Contributors: Rick Cornell, Grayson Currin, Rich Ivey, Kathy Justice, Jack McDonald, Chris Parker, Chris Toenes

Wednesday, March 28

The Black Angels, Vietnam, Local 506

An educated rocker could correctly theorize The Black Angels' sound with just two bits of information—a name and a location. First of all, the sextet hails from Austin, Texas, not only home to the infamous South by Southwest Festival, but also the oft-argued birthplace of psychedelic rock via The 13th Floor Elevators. Secondly, their name is taken directly from the ingenious Velvet Underground classic, "The Black Angel's Death Song." SXSW + The Elevators + The Velvets = The Black Angels. Good stuff. $8-$10/ 9:30 p.m. —RI

Thursday, March 29

Ryfylke, Phon, Insect with Tits, Pacific Before Tiger, Nightlight

Noise in Scandanavia isn't quite mother's milk, but it's certainly big in a region so rife with sonic transgressors. Those lands, after all, are responsible for black metal, so they know about atmospheric tranquility battling tape-saturated madness. Enter Norway's Ryfylke, which specializes in long-form billows of pure, nigh-peaceful sound razor-spliced with sinister digital manipulation. That small twist between beauty and brutality is an archetype, but it's something too few noise acts challenge, let alone get right. Ryfylke is one of them. Given the right night, Raleigh's Phon can be another. $5/ 10 p.m.—GC

*SONS, Calico Haunts, Heather McEntire, Local 506

Scott Endres left Boston and brought his musical past and taste with him: Up north, Endres led kaleidoscope haze outfit Suntan, and, here, he fronts *SONS alongside members of White Elephant and A Problem of Alarming Dimensions. Their debut, Viracochos, is a lot to write home about: A bit like the work of his Massachusetts brethren in Dinosaur, Endres and company let the guitars hang out loud and wide. But there's more space in *SONS' work, allowing loads of atmosphere and enigma to seep between double-guitar textures and laces. Fans of Brian Jonestown Massacre, Dead Meadow and their predecessors will surely understand. Free/ 10 p.m. —GC

Friday, March 30

Ted Leo & The Pharmacists, Love of Diagrams, Cat's Cradle

Carrboro's Cats Cradle is a definitive indie rock staple of the East Coast. Washington, D.C.'s Ted Leo is also a definitive indie rock staple of the East Coast. The Cradle seems as if it were crafted to house Leo's hyperactive pop rock, and vice versa, so what could go wrong at this Chuck Taylor fest? Hip-looking kids having too much fun? $12-$14/ 10 p.m. —RI

Nathan Asher, Monologue Bombs, Des Ark, Bickett Gallery

This night of three disparate songwriters joining for solo deliveries should work. After all, Scott Phillips (Goner, Monologue Bombs), Aimee Argote (Des Ark) and Nathan Asher are all terrific songwriters working, lyrically, from points of heavy resistance: Argote twists her hair-raising voice around unorthodox guitar and banjo tunings and into rails against woebegone lovers, while Asher casts the world around him as a series of metaphorical friends that just can't quit their bad habits. He shares a propensity for Springsteen vistas with Phillips, who turns an electric piano into a perfect soapbox. 8:30 p.m. —GC

A Rooster for the Masses, Blag'ard, The BQ's, Kings

Raleigh's A Rooster For the Masses covers a lot of stylistic ground. Their ecstatic blend of electronics, meaty guitar lines and hi-hats is surprisingly mutable, and curveballs like the occasional somber political ballad show even more range. The shadow of British post-punk (especially its embrace of synthesized sounds) looms large, of course, but there is a distinctly American bravado to the band's playing. They'll be joined by the twisty, crunchy rawk of Chapel Hill's Blag'ard and Raleigh's rough-and-ready BQ's. 10 p.m. —JM

Regina Hexaphone, Casados, The Cave

The rustling sun-kissed beauty and easy charm of Regina Hexaphone's folky pop echo the sweet, generous vibe of frontwoman Sara Bell. Just as a wayward smile from someone attractive can brighten your day, nothing feels quite as welcoming as Hexaphone's soothing sonic embrace. A preview of their forthcoming album, Into Your Sleeping Heart, is impressive, indeed, from the nomadic surf-inflected pop of "Waiting for the Wind" to the Dresden-bound gypsy bounce of "The Fortyniner." Elsewhere, they work in a hazy, pillowy drift of receding detail, like a watercolor pulling away and over the horizon. 10 p.m. —CP

Galactic, Papa Mali, Lincoln Theatre

The dudes of Galactic have always pushed the boundaries, splitting their jams between New Orleans-born funk and club-rock exuberance. 2003's Ruckus was a study in groove mastery with big syncopations, but nasty guitars, velvety organs and electronic whispers danced all around those rhythms. Comparisons to Medeski, Martin and Wood weren't far off, even if simplistic. For their latest, they've managed another mood shift, cementing their long interest in underground rap (Lyrics Born was a longtime tourmate) by asking Born and Lady Mecca of Digable Planets to drop flow. Who knows what's up for tonight? Anyway, it should be fun. Papa Mali opens. $20-$25/ 9 p.m. —KJ

Saturday, March 31

Chris Knight CD release show, Hideaway BBQ

Across four albums—literate and crackling all—Kentucky's Chris Knight has perfected the art of combining commercial-country storytelling with the pounding pulse of roots and swamp rock. With the release of Trailer Tapes, widely circulated but not officially available until now, you can meet that mix at its inception. Folk tunes imagined by a country boy experiencing periodic bouts of rock 'n' roll fever. $12-$15/ 9:30 p.m. —RC

Red Collar, Chest Pains, Wigg Report, Bull City Headquarters

With its Durham-bred dischords falling somewhere between Jawbox and The Replacements, Red Collar's recently-released Hands Up EP is an engaging clash of post-punk angularity and anthemic rock 'n' roll melody, not to mention one of the best local releases in recent memory. The Durham darlings are trying to get these songs heard, too. They just got back from SXSW and have two other upcoming local shows: two days before this at the Reservoir and two days after this at Kings. 9 p.m. —RI

Schooner, Bull City, Tennis and the Mennonites, Tiny Meteors, Sugar in the Dirt, Kings

Though it might just be coincidence, this one looks like a melodic pop pile-on before Kings shuts its doors at its current location, and that's a good thing. Schooner's at the top of their game these days; some recent tracks have added heft to their always punchy hooks. Jerstin Crosby is still making quivering pop songs with the Tennis gang, and Bull City is the latest thing of Jim Brantley, formerly of Ashley Stove. Get your ya-yas out at one of the last hurrahs on McDowell. 9:30 p.m. —CT

Monday, April 2

Can Joann, Jaguar Club, Kings

It's not hard to imagine both Brooklyn's Jaguar Club and Chapel Hill's Can Joann finding just a little bit of good fortune with their tight guitar/bass/drum angles, given the right label and the right recording house: Jaguar Club puts Editors-like rhythmic skips and shimmering guitar taps behind reverb-backed, Manchester-referencing vocals. Can Joann, though, has hooks confident enough to mandate a strong bridge (see the convertible-ready "Lady Luck") and a strident guitar jangle strong enough to demand a swagger. Guess which band my money's on... 10 p.m. —GC

Tuesday, April 3

Giant Squid, Grayceon, Tooth, Reservoir

Giant Squid's 2006 debut full-length, Metridium Fields, sounds like a lost Neurosis album dripping in Baba Ghannouj. It plays with the physical and spiritual heaviness of their Neurot mentors, but wraps the brutal and beautiful in the Tetra chord tonality of Middle-Eastern hymns. This metal is progressive without being progressive metal. 10 p.m. —RI

Somebody kicked Catfish Haven off the back porch. Welcome them to Local 506 with Lucero Tuesday, April 3.
  • Somebody kicked Catfish Haven off the back porch. Welcome them to Local 506 with Lucero Tuesday, April 3.

Lucero, Catfish Haven, American Princes, Jeremy Fisher, Local 506

There is something genuinely endearing about the whiskey-soaked lamentations of Lucero frontman Ben Nichols. He invites the listener into the song like few other writes today, his earnest call and response and taste for cheap booze making the Memphis quartet damn fun, especially in a live setting. $10-$12/ 8:30 p.m. —RI

Wednesday, April 4

Guitar Bomb, Twilighter, Eberhardt, The Cave

Carrboro's Twilighter has been sticking around a few years, blurting out some catchy rock stuff that sticks: he shouted choruses adhere like old gum while an occasional funky beat sneaks its way in (this can be interesting since Josh Sokal's voice can sound a bit like Jad Fair's). They're totally in their element among the stalactites at The Cave. With Guitar Bomb and Eberhardt. 10 p.m. —CT

Jack Rose, The Hem of His Garment, Gowns, Nightlight

Rose came up in Virginia group Pelt's drone-y dreamscape, but eventually ventured off into psych-folk fare, a la his idols John Fahey and Robbie Basho. Thing is, he retained that group's penchant for Indian raga modes, and plays off these meandering string undulations like ripples in a stream (read: he gets it right). Our own Hem aims to rattle the chandeliers with their muscular huzz. Kitchen sink acoustics from Gowns start. $6/10 p.m. —CT

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