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Punch Brothers
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Punch Brothers

Duke's Reynolds Theater—The most remarkable thing about the career of mandolin savant and former Nickel Creek bandleader Chris Thile isn't that—despite best-selling albums with that trio, a half-dozen solo records and a handful of high-profile collaborations—he's still not 30. No, the most remarkable aspect is Thile's consistent mix of quality and curiosity. For instance, Punch Brothers, which he assembled after his more famous unit and marriage dissolved, dazzles on a 40-minute, four-movement piece called "The Blind Leaving the Blind," twisting through rigorous classical structures with a bluegrass group's flair and a jazz combo's ability to tinker with the score. And the rest of the quintet's debut, Punch, hints at acoustic post-rock grandeur ("Nothing Then"), pure pop verve ("Punch Bowl") and soul-singer patience ("It'll Happen"). Somehow, it's all pretty great. The 8 p.m. show costs $5--$32. See —Grayson Currin


The Pour House—The career of still-young Raleigh sextet Annuals has been one that's suffered from varying expectations. When the band was just another group of local kids fresh out of high school simply trying to string together some songs, the contagious crescendo of "Brother" pushed them into the indie rock Internet's buzz machine. Shows with The Flaming Lips and late-night TV appearances followed, but the band peaked quickly after inking a deal with a major label for album two. That record, sarcastically titled Such Fun, was a burden to finish for frontman Adam Baker, who'd grown accustomed to late-night Adderall autonomy with his music. Fittingly, it flopped, selling poorly, meeting generally lukewarm reviews and forcing the band into label exile. So now, Annuals regroup. The new EP, Sweet Sister, due in April through a New York upstart, plays on the juxtaposition of genteel, cantering, almost-country shuffles and jarring, polyrhythmic redirection. The Yeasayer of the South? Maybe. Bright Young Things open with a pop-rock classicism that recalls later Spoon and early Wilco. Gray Young opens with its tiny, largely instrumental epics. Pay $10 at 10 p.m. See —Grayson Currin

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