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For the week of March 14 ~ 21

Music worth leaving the house for


Contributors: Rick Cornell, Grayson Currin, Kathy Justice, Robbie Mackey, Chris Parker, Chris Toenes

Wednesday, March 14

The Autumn Defense
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The Autumn Defense, Local 506

The name Autumn Defense paints a moody picture, perhaps one of a troubled, late-fall night in front of a preemptive fire built to honor the threat of winter closing fast. It fits, because Wilco-ites John Stirratt and Pat Sansone excel at making music that creates moods and recognizes the subtle shifts between them. Their latest, a self-titled affair, heads a bit more in a blue-eyed soul direction, and that's an attractive fit. The Singleman Affair and American Aquarium's B.J. Barham open. $8-$10/ 9 p.m. —RC

Thursday, March 15

Malcolm Holcombe, Hideaway BBQ

Hideaway BBQ is a full-service eatery, and the bar is kind of close to the stage. There's always the risk of unwanted noise creeping toward the performer. That will not be a problem on Thursday night. With a rugged sound located at the intersection of country-blues and folk and presented with gospel fervor (call it half howl, half hosanna), Malcolm Holcombe can hush the chattiest of rooms. $10/ 8 p.m. —RC

Friday, March 16

Sorry About Dresden, The Nein, Local 506

OK, SAD on more than one bill in a month. What's up with that? Eric Roehrig says they've played a show a year lately, so by playing these two, their average goes way up. There's also an internal countdown: Ten years ago this summer they played their first show. For now, the band plans on "getting around to writing some new stuff and to eventually record it." Tonight, they're with their soulmate band, The Nein. Also, Maple Stave opens. Free/ 10 p.m. —CT

Unknown Hinson, Hideaway BBQ

Uniting the long-separate soulmates of vampirism and country music, Unknown Hinson purveys tears-in-your-bloody-Mary ballads ("Don't Bite the Lips that Kiss You"), velveteen croon and rambling rockabilly rave-ups. All of it's delivered with the tongue implanted in the cheek, as demonstrated on the ode to inflatable dolls "Polly Urethane," and "I Make Faces (When I Make Love)." It's light-hearted chuckle-worthy stuff, with a reverence for the traditions it satirizes. $12-$15/ 9:30 p.m. —CP

Josh Groban, Anjelique Kidjo, RBC Center

West African singer Anjelique Kidjo has eight albums of Latin-tinged dance pop. Her pretty, soulful vocals add a bright touch to an array of rhythmic styles including salsa, reggae, soul, jazz and a variety indigenous afro-pop and funk genres. Kidjo seemed to hit her stride with '98 major label debut Oremi, and it's carried over to subsequent discs—Black Ivory Soul, Oyaya! and her latest, Djin Djin, which features Kidjo returning to native Beninese sounds. She's excellent. But headliner Josh Groban comes out of the musical theater tradition, with a John Holmes-size baritone slathered with more cheesy flavor than a bag of Doritos. $45-$85/ 8 p.m. —CP

Saturday, March 17

Bill Lyerly Band, Hideaway BBQ

Bill Lyerly and his band have been hard at work sparking up stages with their electrified licks for the past 28 years. It's time for a party. In celebration of the group's true-blue(s) past and the debut of their new CD, The Twang Years, expect Lyerly's blues bristle, country crunch and shag-ready riffs. Some special guests are slated to join the band onstage as well, so look for surprises alongside your beer and barbecue. $8/ 9:30 p.m. —KJ

Terry Anderson & the Olympic Ass-Kickin Team, The Pour House

Rock 'n' roll's not complicated. Terry Anderson and his team know four chords and some attitude will take you far, especially if you aren't particular about the destination. Twang-inflected pub rock descended from the Faces and Rockpile, this is hearty, hale, rib-sticking stuff with spirit(s). Whether raising a toast with some "Thunderbird" or waxing poetic about the woman who left him "Hi N' Dry," Anderson & co. deliver it with a dusty, rebellious rock nudge (and a nudge is as good as a wink to a blind man). $6/ 10 p.m. —CP

Sunday, March 18

Hit the Lights, All Time Low, The Brewery

Down in HotTopicville, every band likes to give its tour a cute name. In accordance, Triple Crown pop-punksters Hit the Lights are in the midst of their—wait for it—"Let It Ride Tour," a set of dates that have birthed perhaps the ugliest poster and MySpace design ever. Drop by their page for some vintage '97 graphics, oversized dice and assorted Vegas BS. Dig the hot pink? Us neither. 4 p.m. —RM

Tuesday, March 20

Schooner, Tulsa, Betty & the Boys, Local 506

Good guitar-and-keys pop all around: Schooner has a chance to get some deserved attention later this year when Michigan Label Fifty-Four Forty or Fight releases its debut LP. They're twice as good as when they put out their promising debut EP in 2004. Boston's Tulsa is going home after SXSW, and they add breathing room to Walkmen-wound hook. Carrboro's new Betty & the Boys goes for it simple, earnest and cheery. Do you believe in singing along with the first listen? $6/ 10 p.m. —GC

Bla'gard, The Wayward, Apollo Up, The Reservoir

The two-headed beast that is Bla'gard spins aphorisms about love and loneliness through a machine of gruff rock subversion. At their center, Joe Taylor and Adam Stinson are machines grinding crunchy partial chords against heavy and steady drums, two flints making the sort of electric atonal sparks that most people think of when they consider "indie rock in Chapel Hill." They're good and punchy, as they should be. Nashville's Apollo Up is a bit more pissed off about the whole life thing. With The Wayward. Free/ 10 p.m. —GC

Black Label Society, Sanctity, Lincoln Theatre

Proof that BLS guitar grinder and lead vocalist Zach Wylde is tougher than you'll ever be: Dude's got a beard for days, he probably snorted ants (or at least shared a stage) with Ozzy, he drops about 13 of those squelching, hey-check-me-out harmonics in every song, and he named his band after a brand of Scotch. Unfortunately, BLS records are filled with totally generic, Southern boogie metal. But who cares when you're totally hammered, right? Right? —RM

Wednesday, March 21

Casey Driessen & the Colorfools, The Infamous Stringdusters, Hideaway BBQ

If talk of newgrass and progressive/fusion/whatever grass sends red flags flying, don't feel like a Luddite. You're right: Most of the stuff in those domains is abhorrent schlock, but Fiddler Casey Driessen—who's gigged with John Mayer and Steve Earle—is making it safe to think outside of bluegrass again. His solo debut, 3D, is an almost entirely successful leap of artistic faith, combining advanced theory and technique (it includes the first drone released by Sugar Hill) with finessed but controlled playing from virtuosos like Victor Krauss, Bela Fleck and Driessen himself. It's probably the most important and resonant bluegrass album to emerge this decade, and Driessen is just getting started. The Infamous Stringdusters open. $10-$12/ 8 p.m. —GC

Appleseed Cast, Fin Fang Foom, Local 506

And the award for Inexplicable Endurance in Indie Rock goes to ... Lawrence, Kan., four-piece The Appleseed Cast, who've been mingling with success for nigh on 10 years now. Still, their texture-happy brand of emo (or is it post-rock?) has pretty much flown below a decade of radar screens. Meanwhile, our very own Fin Fang Foom has carved a similar path, gifting Lovitt Records with murky, melancholic indie rock records for years. They've blown up overseas (they're set to tour Europe this summer), but they've kept a fairly low profile in the States. The Life & Times are the bill's middle. $8-$10/ 9 p.m. —RM

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