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Music worth leaving the house to hear this week


Thursday, December 1
The Apes, Pearls & Brass
Duke Coffeehouse

A perfect pairing of noisy indie experimentalists, The Apes dispense with the guitar without losing any filling-rattling intensity. The organ-fueled New Yorkers channel Black Sabbath throttle through a garage-psych haze, while Pennsylvania's Pearls & Brass (who appeared at this year's Slint-curated All Tomorrow's Parties) merge bluesy roots with bass-heavy hard rock for a chunky, primordial boogie. $3-5/9:30 p.m. --CP

David Allan Coe, Rebel Son
Lincoln Theatre

There is one David Allan Coe, but I grew up knowing two: There was, of course, the entertaining if slightly begrudged songwriter who captivated me with "You Never Even Called Me By My Name" (which is, I have heard, the redneck's national anthem) and "Divers Do it Deeper" on his official, MCA Greatest Hits; then I heard his X-rated albums, with his jaw-dropping, oppressed and oppressive songs like "Niggers Fuckers" and "Little Susie Shallow Throat." Apparently, he doesn't perform those live, but that doesn't excuse it. In any event, he's entertaining to look at. See for evidence. $17-20/9 p.m. --GC

Pour House

Raleigh quartet Boxbomb (who released their debut in June) are a love letter to '90s Modern Rock®, with the churning mainstream alt-rock ambience of Third Eye Blind beating Matchbox Twenty's Rob Thomas about the back and buttocks with the inchoate remains of Seven Mary Three. Free/10 p.m. --CP

Friday, December 2
Deadboy & The Elephantmen, Summerbirds
Local 506

A joke: Guy walks into a bar, and there's a scruffy dude who looks like he's lived a lot playing guitar and singing a blues-based rock that alternates between stabbing riffage and pained balladry backed by a pretty female drummer who admits she's been playing for a few months. A punchline: It's not The White Stripes. Fat Possum's Deadboy & The Elephantmen--former Acid Bath metalman Dax Riggs and true believer Tessie Brunet--will never record a Coca-Cola commercial, and that's just one of the reasons I love their debut, the uncalculated explosion that is we are night sky. $8/9:30 p.m. --GC

The Cartridge Family, Joe Swank & the Zen Pirates, and John Howie Jr.
The Cave

Here Come the Rock Stars, the debut from The Cartridge Family, will remind you of downing a dozen beers, hopping up on the bar, attempting a shitfaced jig, wiping out and taking about a dozen pint glasses with you--while the best song that Mott the Hoople never wrote plays in your head. As for the prelims, you should hope that Joe Swank and John Howie Jr. team up for a take on their songwriting collaboration "It's All Fun and Games (Til Someone Breaks a Heart)." You also can catch the Cartridge Family the next night at Slim's in Raleigh. 10 p.m. --RC

Mel Melton & The Wicked Mojos
Tir Na Nog

So what's mojo music, as served up on the new Papa Mojo's Roadhouse and on select area stages? As bossman Roy "Mel" Melton once told the Indy: "It's like blues, it's like some New Orleans-style soul-funk. It's some straight zydeco, some straight Cajun. And some of what they call 'swamp bop music,' which is like greasy, soul, white-boy music on steroids.... It's high energy, and the dance floor tends to stay real crowded." Next question. No cover/10:30 p.m. --RC

Saturday, December 3
Abe Reid & The Spikedrivers
The Cave

"Abe was born old," begins one write-up of Abe Reid and his backing duo the Spikedrivers. And there is an ancient-soul-in-a-young-container quality to Reid's growling vocals and rampaging harmonica work, as well as an I-saw-the-light joy that propels him around the stage. True to his ex-band's name, this Statesville-based ex-Blue Rag deftly handles blues songs and rags and then jacks up the proceedings with jolts of R&B. 10 p.m. --RC

Open Eye Café

The title of Jafaar's new CD, Beyond All Horizons, hints at their oeuvre, soldering the drop-beats of funk into the Arabic, Indian and North African styles they know well. They admire both 'Trane and the Mahavishnus and it shows. Catch them in the roomy performance space at the recently expanded Open Eye Café in Carrboro. Free/8 p.m. --CT

The Rocket Summer, Hit The Lights, Hellogoodbye, David Melilo
The Brewery

Written, performed and recorded by himself, singer/guitarist Bruce Avary's self-released 2003 full-length debut, Calendar Days, would be a triumph for anyone, let alone a 20-year old. Full of heartfelt, upbeat and catchy punk-inflected pop, Avary's follow-up, Hello, Good Friend, feels a tad smarmy and glossy at times, but is nonetheless well-written. At their best, opener Hit The Lights recall the emo-fueled finesse of Movielife, and at their worst, the sonic cliché;s of New Found Glory. 9 p.m. --CP

Sunday, December 4
Eugene Chadbourne with Molly Chadbourne, Malachy Papers
Local 506
Dr. Chad to you, son. The freewheelin' jazz visionary Chadbourne matches up here with group Malachy Papers, playing wack-a-mole with divergent styles and flavors. Par example: covers on their joint CD include Captain Beefheart, Monk, John Lee Hooker and Roger Miller. Don't miss this. $6/10 p.m. --CT

Jimbo Mathus Knock Down South
Cat's Cradle

All of Jimbo Mathus' post-Squirrel Nut Zipper records have had their share of surprises, but this year's Knockdown South qualifies as the most surprising yet. As to be expected, there are a couple of Mississippi-bluesy songs, but in "Loose Diamonds," you get a perfectly gritty soul number. Another tune could be mistaken for the Band doing a honky-tonk song, and there's a rocker that sounds a little like Rockpile playing (and playing loud) in a Delta dive. $10/9 p.m. --RC

The Strugglers, Buried Beds

Frontman Randy Bickford's lonesome, rootsy ballads hark back to the taut country ache of '90s Drag City artists such as The Silver Jews and Will Oldham, while haunted by the ghostly delicacy of a chamber pop elegy. His latest, You Win, is one of the best local releases of the year. $6/9 p.m. --CP

Monday, December 5
Rogue Wave, Mazarin, Tennis & The Mennonites
Local 506

Like a '90s indie rock trail mix, Rogue Wave conjures memories of Sebadoh, Yo La Tengo and Neutral Milk Hotel with a gauzy, folkish veneer of introspective, hook-ridden melancholia. Mazarin's show here last month was criminally under-attended (shame on you!) given their three terrific albums of droning, shimmering, surprisingly rocking psych-pop. Think The Flaming Lips with a touch of Ride. $8/9 p.m. --CP

Tuesday, December 6
MC Chris

Like moviemaker Kevin Smith if he rapped, Chris Ward (aka MC Chris) shares a preoccupation with pop culture detritus from Star Wars to comic books, epitomized by his ode to bounty hunter Boba Fett's gearhead obsessions, "Fett's 'Vette." His day job as a production assistant and writer for Adult Swim cartoons has led to appearances on Sealab 2021 (as the cross-dressing Hesh) and Aqua Teen Hunger Force (as high-pitched, diaper-wearing spider/rapper, MC Pee Pants). --CP

Porterdavis CD release party, Stephen Clair
Pour House

A Massachusetts trio digging pop plowshares into deep roots and fertilizing the groove-fitted ruminations with resonating guitar lines and harmonies fermented from '60s California, porterdavis has been paving the asphalt between Boston and Austin with their sloughed-off tire rubber, hoping to find a college and adult contemporary niche with songs John Mayer would have written if he had paid more attention to Browne (Jackson, that is) than the blues (rhythm 'n'...). Here's to thinking they may just do it. $5/7 p.m. --GC

Wednesday, December 7
Medeski, Martin & Wood
Lincoln Theatre

If the jam band tag does anything for an outfit, it sells tickets and merchandise, which has provided a pad for Medeski, Martin & Wood--New York free/funk/Afro-Cuban/be-bop/hard-bop jazzsters at it since 1992--to get creative with no fears preordaining exploratory reservations. But it gets you too little respect in a market where people are stoned enough to just dance (and not pay attention) or too persnickety to listen because of the dancers. Either way, MMW--orgiastic, enthusiastic and scholastic enough--is one of America's true musical treasures. $20-22/9 p.m. --GC

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