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Music worth leaving the house for this week


Thursday, Feb. 17
The Spinns, Rachel Nevadas
The Cave

Boasting one of the heftiest sounds in town, The Spinns' garage/Brit Invasion rock dips into the waters of Cream and The Count Five in forging their thundering maelstrom of guitar. It's hot-blooded drinking music with a primordial punch. Richmond's Rachel Nevadas play enough locally to be honorary Triangle musicians, purveying a hook-driven rock attack. 10 p.m./$5--CP

Bowling for Soup, American Hi-Fi, Riddlin' Kids
Lincoln Theatre

It's probably not the demographic that Bowling for Soup is aiming for, but at a recent (appropriately enough) bowling-themed birthday party filled with first graders, every pint-sized party-goer sang along when the Texas pop-punk quartet's earwormy radio hit "1985" came over the PA. And then I explained to my son, again, what "way before Nirvana" means and that his mom and dad are even older than the song's lost-youth protagonist. American Hi-Fi and Riddlin' Kids, like the headliners, emote loudly and briskly. 7:30 p.m./$13--RC

Friday, Feb. 18
Corey Parker Band

When it comes to laying down a groove, nobody in this state surpasses the Parker family. Maceo Parker and his brother Melvin honed their skills with James Brown, and now Maceo's kids Corey and Damon are carrying on the family tradition with the Corey Parker Band--a seven-piece non-stop funk attack. Stop by Yancy's Juke Joint in Raleigh to hear the real deal live.

Neko Case, Visqueen, The Sadies
Cat's Cradle

She's got firecracker red hair, a spunky individualism and a siren's voice that could shatter a thousand hearts on the rocks or turn a priest from God. The former punk rock drummer, now alt-country revelation, survived a rough childhood with a healthy tug of her bootstraps, and her sense of resilience and hope is woven right into the music, which echoes the warmth and emotion of artists such as Tammy Wynette and Loretta Lynn. 9 p.m./$14--CP

Tortured Soul
Martin Street

The Birth of the Cool, House-Style may have been a more appropriate title for Tortured Soul's 2004 debut, Introducing. Liquid and smooth, this live-instrument NYC trio sounds more like soul for the 21st century than breakneck techno. Christian Ulrich sings like Stevie Wonder's prized pupil, and Ethan White carries the keyboard chops to vacillate from trance to dance instantaneously. In essence, Tortured Soul is a reinvention, which is good news for an oft-laughable dustbin of banality. 7 p.m./$10--GC

Saturday Feb. 19
Erie Choir, Autumn Picture
Duke Coffeehouse

Sorry About Dresden's Eric Roehrig nestled into a warm place with his Erie Choir project, hitting nerves in spare, heart-on-his-sleeve songs. Autumn Picture, aka Canadian songwriter Hubert Taschereau, works in a similar subtle framework. This should be an intimate night of homemade numbers. 9 p.m. --CT

Barefoot Manner, Yo Mama's Big Fat Booty Band
Lincoln Theatre

Barefoot Manner lives up to their name at every show. "When we get ready to hit the stage, we take off our shoes together, huddle up and get geared up mentally to play the show," says drummer Jeff Garland. "It's a very liberating thing." The band also liberates kindred spirits with their annual festival Mannerland, held in Mebane in September, which has a Lollapalooza feel with funk, rock, newgrass and reggae groups on the bill. 9 p.m./$8--GB

Sunday, Feb. 20
Deathray Davies
Local 506

Harkening back to the pristine melodies and succulent musicality of British Invasion acts such as The Zombies, Small Faces and Kinks (they take their name from lead singer Ray Davies), Dallas' Deathray Davies fashion shining pop nuggets that glimmer with intelligence along with ringing riffs and sumptuous organ drone. Besides penning infectious pop nuggets, leader John Dufilho displays ample wit on tracks like "Don't Point at the Stoners," "Jesus Loves Mike D." and "I Put Opium in the Food." 10 p.m./$7--CP

Wednesday, Feb. 23
Le Tigre, Lesbians on Ecstasy, Willpower
Cat's Cradle

Le Tigre often scream things at the top of their lungs; dialoguing on gender and class in a party-all-night fashion, an intoxicating protest march across a parquet dance floor. Rescheduled from Dec. 7. 9 p.m./$15--CT

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