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Music worth leaving the house to hear this week

Thursday, January 5
Brad Heller & The Fustics, Memphis
The Pour House

In the throes of winter, Brad Heller & The Fustics float on a lazy summer breeze up from Wilmington, easing out guitar-and-harmonica, young man's sincerity folk, as learned by a nice guy ostensibly making the difficult climb that is entry to "the real world." As such, these are tokens to keeping it real, to enjoying things like friends and family and love and summer and acoustic instruments, taking the legacy of Redheaded Stranger, Nebraska, Blood on the Tracks and Son Volt's Trace in their own hands and hearts. Memphis opens. Free/10 p.m. -- GC

Friday, January 6
Oblivious Action Figures, Bain Mattox
The Pour House

"Joke bands should be funny," I tell myself all the time. Goblin Cock: Funny? No. Oblivious Action Figures: Funny? Yes. The OAFs (see, oafs, funny, right?) git 'r done as joke bands go, rocking the mic in afro wigs, headbands and aviator glasses with a collective pompous rock ass devoted to DEVO and Zappa and still addicted to Scooby Doo and easy (but clever) tomfoolery. "We don't mean to scare you with our linguistic gunslinging, but we have to represent," they say. Oh, yes they do. Oblivious Action Figures--Rob Watson, Neal Leazer and Rob Giradin--will destroy you with every "Vowel Movement." And that's a good thing. Atlanta songwriter Bain Mattox opens. That's not even funny. $6/10 p.m. --GC

Saturday, January 7
The Taylor Brown Trio
Open Eye Café

Brown makes a melange of his folk leanings with the jazz background of his trio's bandmates. Translation: Their open interplay within the confines of blues' standard riffings means they jam on familiar ground, while allowing themselves an in for Brown's white faux soul voicings. 8 p.m. --CT

Reverend Billy C. Wirtz

Wirtz learned the blues from barrelhouse piano player Sunnyland Slim, and from that early education cadged together a hodgepodge of R&B, gospel, rockabilly and roots, to which he anchors his humorous commentaries. Part Mark Russell, part Jeff Foxworthy, the Aiken, S.C. native traffics in playful spoofs, snarky commentary and a little political outrage. If the songs--like Dakota Fanning--can sometimes be a little too cute for their own good, Wirtz is still a fine showman. $14-16/8 p.m. --CP

Duck Baker, Scott Boggs & Lindsey Smith (of The Standbys)

Richmond native Duck Baker is rightfully regarded as one of the world's best fingerstyle guitarists, primarily for his tone and dexterity. Also worth note, though, is his mastery of the American melting pot ideal: He runs the range of ragtime to hard bop to free jazz, and he's been making records for 30 years. Collaborations with Eugene Chadbourne, Roswell Rudd and Leo Kottke, bouncing between labels including Kicking Mule, Windham Hill, Rounder and Avant. Interesting--a serious jazz artist taking chances with impeccable technique. $10-12/8 p.m. --GC

Sunday, January 8
Supersystem, French Toast, Ris Paul Ric

In what seemed like a move lifted directly from The Idiot's Guide to Cashing In on Hip Genres' Hipness, Dischord's powerfully clamorous and deliberately obtuse El Guapo shuffled the artistic deck last year (in favor of danceable electro-p[h]unk) and changed their name to Supersystem. But, it really wasn't that calculated; the D.C. boys just added a new drummer and never really liked the old name in the first place. Plus, freshly signed to Touch & Go, they were hitting their artistic stride and creating some of the best damn danceable electro-p[h]unk around. Ris Paul Ric, the stitch-n-gauze, laptop folk vehicle of former Q and not U member Chris Richards, opens. $7/9 p.m. --RM

Wednesday, January 11
hopeforagoldensummer, Liz Durrett, Tin Cup Prophette
Local 506

Chan Marshall and Jesse Sykes comparisons will be a dime per dozen when Liz Durrett's third album, The Mezzanine, arrives in January on WARM Reccords. She has that voice, that somewhat hushed, immensely heavy vocal timbre that makes her best words sound like her worst secrets. But Durrett--Vic Chesnutt's niece and mentee--possesses the micro-cosmic sense (and, consequently, the weight) of knowing that bad things happen to everybody, but that--when it happens to you--there's very little relief or resolution in knowing that you're not the first, nor will you be the last. Combined with headliners hopeforagoldensummer, be well rested for a gorgeous, if somnambulant, night. $7/9 p.m. --GC

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