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Wednesday, November 2
Shout Out Louds
Kings

"The Comeback" reminds me of the Pixies "Here Comes Your Man," but these consummate young Swedish popsmiths draw from a variety of indie pop wells, from Twee Pop jangle to lo-fi shimmer to a pocket-sized Belle & Sebastian. Their insistent mid-tempo bounce has a new wave-ish quality, but like The Rosebuds, what makes them special is their straightforward pop excellence. The Essex Green's sunny pop is gilded with a bright mescaline haze. --CP

Thursday, November 3
Sweater Weather, Means Red Orchestra, Milagro Saints
Local 506

Sweater Weather play pretty, folk-inspired pop a little like The Shins covering Rain Parade. It's delicate stuff like the timpani of an early morning sprinkle on the porch roof. Chamber rock outfit Means Reds Orchestra features Jerry Kee on bass and a frenetic cello-fueled attack. Raleigh by-way-of the Big Apple, The Milagro Saints' bluesy roots rock has a lush soulful energy. $6/10 p.m. --CP

Beenie Man
Lincoln Theatre

Beenie started out as a DJ on his father's Master Blaster in Kingston. Now he's one of dancehall's most recognized stars, growing in popularity in the States, while dancehall's controversial reputation continues. Checking out his ability to spit live may be the best test of his mettle. $27 --CT

Friday, November 4
Jett Rink, The Honored Guests, Cities
Local 506

So you say you wanna be a ... well, sort of. Many folks here already know and love the rock 'n' roll stars on hand: Jett Rink's debauched dilettantes, The Guests' arch-pop and ascending acolytes Cities. One other act for this showcase is being pulled from the online vortex known as MySpace. $6/10 p.m. --CT

Cartel
The Brewery

A catchy little power-pop/punk quintet from Atlanta with a big guitar sound, Cartel may be a little too polished for their own good. Their full-length debut, Chroma, is peppy, full of nice harmonies and ringing guitars that are great in small doses, but the absence of edges makes listening to the whole album like traversing Kansas on foot if it were renamed Matchbox Twenty. --CP

Sunday, November 6
Glen Phillips, Craig Cardiff
Lincoln Theatre

After years leading the band whose answer to the musical question "Can a band whose name comes from a Monty Python skit make sensitive-guy folk-leaning rock?" was a resounding, and always tuneful, yes, Toad the Wet Sprocket's Glen Phillips has launched a post-Toad career that includes solo recordings and collaborations with the Nickel Creekers. $14 advance, $17 day of show/9 p.m. --RC

The Joggers, Gogogo Airheart, The Capulets
Wetlands

Portland, Ore. residents The Joggers just released their second full-length, A Cape and a Cane, on the always impeccable StarTime Records. Since their 2003 debut Solid Guild, which infused stunning four-part harmonies with some truly odd melodic guitar structures, there's been some mysterious goings-on within the band: a nervous breakdown on stage, the departure of a guitarist, and general wonder regarding their future. What they've churned out in that time, though, is a marvelous record expanding their commendable notion that "hummable" pop music doesn't have to be derivative. --FC

Beaver Nelson
The Pour House

Beaver Nelson is a former Austin, Texas wunderkind who's moved into his wonder 30s with an admirable grace, not to mention a bunch of top-shelf songs that reflect one foot comfortably on the folk side of the rock fence and the other just as content on the pop side. Nelson has left his equally top-shelf band at home this time, but that leaves more room for his penetrating voice and words. Tickets are $10, and opener Jennie Stearns, whose upcoming third album was produced by the estimable Gurf Morlix, hits the stage at 7 p.m. --RC

Monday, November 7
Melissa Ferrick
Cat's Cradle

Ferrick scored a major label deal in the early '90s and a tour opening for Morrissey, which gave her a leg up on her Lilith Fair colleagues, but for the last half-decade she's been putting out her own albums, crystallizing her rough-hewn solo approach. She's a fiery songwriter whose passion bubbles up in taut guitar lines and anguished lyrics written well enough to avoid self-indulgent melodrama. Ferrick reversed an ebbing creative tide with the fine 2004 album The Other Side. $12-14/9 p.m. --CP

Mazarin, The Sames
Local 506

It's been four years since Quentin Stoltzfus' wonderful A Tall Tale Storyline, but his new album, We're Already There, picks up where he left off with more of his shimmery, scintillating, psych-inflected chamber pop. Dreamy like Beachwood Sparks lost in the Mojave 3, Stoltzfus watercolors vibrant soundscapes with ephemeral washes of melodic color and detail that manifests in the enveloping instrumentation. The winding, jangly arrangements are as rich and varied as a Grandaddy album, but less laconic and poppier. Tennis & The Mennonites and The Sames open. $7/10 p.m. --CP

Tuesday, November 8
Bass Lake Drifters
The Pour House

Having formed less than a year ago, this Holly Springs outfit (three women, three men) is among the latest additions to the area's ever-growing list of bluegrass bands. But they're no rookies, and they have the picking prowess, four-part harmonies and experience to give flight to both standards and like-minded originals as well as to perform "Friend of the Devil" as the bluegrass number that it always aspired to be. Free/9 p.m. --RC

Little Brazil, The Statistics, Alvarez Painting, Shane Kelly
Local 506

Denver Dailey was the guitarist and co-songwriter of Desaparecidos, the abrasive Saddle Creek anathemas led by Conor Oberst. He now leads his own Statistics, a heart-on-the-sleeve, top-down-in-all-weather guitar rock band. Little Brazil is led by another former Desaparecido, bass player Landon Hedges. His four-piece makes more than a tip of the hat to Superchunk, and a friendship with Tim Kasher is easily detectable. $7/9:30 p.m. --GC

Wednesday, November 9
dios (malos), Swords, Shakermaker
Cat's Cradle The way-West Coast pop of dios (malos) works for several reasons: The songs are pretty and catchy, acoustic confection often unfurling as "honest ballads" infused with both chamber austerity and in-the-sun Byrds mannerisms. But frontman Joel Morales is way funny, too: "I'll love you to the end/ Sike! I'm just kiddin' 'cuz I hate the things you do," he sings, not missing a beat in this premium blend of Shins and Built to Spill. Portland's future-forwarding The Swords open, with Shakermaker. $8/9 p.m. --GC

King Coleman & the Creepy T's
Kings

When he's not instructing rapt crowds on the niceties of doing the famed Mashed Potato, the right Rev. King Coleman preaches the salvation of the boogie-woogie. Coleman, a treasure to be sure, retains the huge presence he had when he was a young fire-breathing mover, in the early days of black rock 'n' roll. Contemporary raunch band The Creepy T's back him up on rippers like the favorite "Lookey Dookey!" Get there early (well, 10 p.m.) for Dexter Romweber's new thang with Kevin Dixon and Crowmeat Bob. --CT

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