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Music worth leaving the house to hear this week


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

If Azure Ray was all about the clouds and the ether, than hopeforagoldensummer, imbued with a similar spirit, is all about the earth and the trees. The gentle, sparse accompaniment sets the tone for bittersweet folk that recalls Dirty Three in mood, with the notable exception that hope is led by three wonderful, harmonizing vocalists. Fellow Athens native Durrett features a similarly delicate, haunting sound. $7/ 9 p.m. --CP

Our House with DJs Damien Paul and Tiarra
The Library

House music is celebrating its biggest renaissance right now, so what better time to catch two spinners repping it and its modern, progressive cousin? On Franklin Street, the home of house music.... Vocal chants and hand claps start at 10 p.m. --CT

Cities, The Capulets, Can Joann, Cataract Camp

Bands of a letter flock together. C(1): The Capulets, who sound more like The Strokes than First Impressions of Earth does. C(2): Can Joann, whose hooks come galvanized and unrepentantly catchy. C(3): Cities--Yep Roc's new project, who just finished their long-in-coming debut with Brian Paulson. C(4): Charlottesville's Cataract Camp, who push melodic indiedom close to its threshold of spasticity, injecting howl-at-the-moon anthems, nodding to The Dismemberment Plan with discordant guitar lines and unpredictable time-turns. --GC

Thursday, January 12
Donna the Buffalo
Lincoln Theatre

This Ithaca, N.Y. sextet play poppy, roots-tinged rock not unlike early 10,000 Maniacs with a dash of Sister Hazel. Their rubbery rhythmic sway has made them popular among the jam band crowd, but the band has an equally facile way with a pop tune, aided by keyboardist Joe Thrift's catchy, organ-powered blues boogie. The band's crowning glory is Tara Nevins, who plays fiddle, accordion and guitar in addition to sharing vocal duties with Thrift and guitarist Jeb Puryear. Nevins' songs ("Blue Skies," "Faith To Believe") shine brightest in their catalog thanks largely to her wonderful vocals. $17-20/8:30 p.m. --CP

Nathan Asher & The Infantry, Starting Tuesday
Local 506
Irony did die in the wake of 9/11, but not necessarily for the reasons we might have originally thought. When the president wipes his ass with the Constitution, doublespeak becomes the White House's official language, and corruption and cronyism produces a delta of disaster, all to be forgotten by the next news cycle, it's high time for a little outrage. Asher's heart-on-his-sleeve rock seeks the quiet place in us all where hope mixes with the belief things can be better. Mt. Moriah opens. $6/10 p.m. --CP

Montage, Traces of Morrow
The Pour House

Remember The Spin Doctors? Jason Adamo and his two bandmates in Montage do. With pockets weighted down by kryptonite and rumbling, slap-bass braggadocio, Adamo and company incorporate elements of jam and sop up lite alterna-angst balladry Pat Monahan and Train would gladly sign off on. Maybe it isn't entirely subtle, but Montage is white-boy-soulful (read: DMB + WSP) enough to make songs about "home" and "coming back to your arms" convincing. The real treat, though, is when Adamo slips into confident falsetto, and his voice magically evaporates into thin air. Raleigh locals Traces of Morrow, whose operatic pop calls to mind Coldplay, open. $5/8 p.m. --RM

Friday, January 13
DeYarmond Edison, NOLA, The Octobers

These three Raleigh bands share two undeniable qualities: Thorough summaries of each involve the use of the word "country" as a salutary descriptor, and these are three of the newest, brightest lights in the Triangle. Recent Wisconsin transplants DeYarmond Edison beam Richard Buckner, Chris Whitley and The Band through a lens wrapped in minimalist and avant gauze, while NOLA whispers about life's pricks, barbs and salves through Christy Smith's remarkably hill-ingrained moan before unfurling it into a big 'billy roar. The Octobers are worth catching early. --GC

Ahleuchatistas, Tiger Bear Wolf, Capillary Action
Duke Coffeehouse

Instrumental jazz-core with avant garde influences sounds like an acquired taste, but many folk now specialize in acquisitions regarding Asheville's 'Tistas, including revered international label Cuneiform, who will release its new record, What You Will, this month. The ferocious pace and venom of its wordless numbers confirm the group's punk progressive voice, as do titles like "Remember Rumsfeld at Abu Ghraib." Arrive early for Greensboro's gnarled aggro group TBW and guitar outfit Capillary Action. 8 p.m. --CT

The Spinns, Grasshopper
Slims Downtown

Some bands show up to play, hitting the distortion like others punch the clock. The Spinns show up to explode. Their pent-up garage blues channels the spirit of a thousand long-forgotten '60s would-be basement bred rock saviors with the same passion as Tarantino talking about old John Woo films. These musical chimney sweeps do the dirty work no one fusses with anymore, blanketing the room in their raw, primal noise. 10 p.m. --CP

Charles Latham, The Wigg Report, Brown Mountain Lights
The Cave

An intriguing night of dichotomy based around the root word "folk," the 7:30 p.m. show pairs Charles Latham with The Wigg Report. Latham is new to the area but not new to being an emerging talent in antifolk, the genre tag that best fits him as he bleats and creaks, pounding his guitar through lo-fi vignettes about trying to maintain innocence in the face of a world that eats that up for breakfast. Brown Mountain Lights, who take the late slot at 10 p.m., spin folk sans anti-, imbuing their rock 'n' roll with the spirit of the blue collars, much like Carolina Byrds who once visited California. --GC

White Elephant, Jett Rink, Dirty Little Heaters
Local 506

Do you like to dance yourself out of tight jeans and into tipsy fits of rock-induced glee? Us either--at least not in public--but we still love White Elephant and Jett Rink for gifting the Triangle with their skuzzy powerhouse-rock and wiry, dirt-caked new-wave. The magnanimous Jett Rink, you should already know. But, for those unfamiliar with the infant Elephant, watching the newly-formed trio is a bit like watching the Pro Bowl, as guitarist Johnny Dzubak (of Leadfoot and the 506 bar staff), vocalist Hugh Swaso (of his eponymous project) and former Comas drummer Cam Weeks put on clinics the likes of which less rockers only dream of. Except the Pro Bowl isn't FREE. 10 p.m. --RM

Dynamite Bros., Red Smokes White

It's straddling the line of disservice-to-the-band not to include an expletive when describing what the D. Bros do. They stomp and clap and spit and holler, railroading through pick-slid, Wild Turkey anthems, sure. But, really, at the end of the day, what they do is just fucking rock. Openers Red Smokes White cough up scary lounge romps and horror-blues cakewalks that'll serve as a subdued-but-weighty prelude to the Bros' madness. Like a zombie Tom Waits, or a Frankenstein'd Black Mountain, it's all about the sassy, the cigarette-classy and the catastrophic reconciling themselves. And if "Wrapped in Blue" doesn't bob your head, you just might be a zombie, too. $6/10 p.m. --RM

John Gorka
The Artscenter

Gorka's rich baritone has the authoritative air of an old folk storyteller, the details rolling out over a light strum, drawing you into the crucible of the song. While told simply, there's a grandeur to Gorka's work, like a 19th-century American landscape artist (Thomas Moran?) capturing the unfolding West with its untamed stature and vibrant colors, a mirror of the human heart. Larry Mangum opens. $17-19/8 p.m. --CP

Saturday, January 14
The Samples, Mike Garrigan
The Pour House
Adult Contemporary is where old rock acts go to (not-quite) die. Rob Thomas and Kelly Clarkson are annoying enough, but Phil Collins, The Eagles, Kenny G and Michael Bolton? How about some new blood? Not that The Samples didn't have their moment in the '90s, but dogged by major label misfires, they never attained the commercial success the following for their jazzy folk-pop would have suggested. Garrigan is a poor man's Rhett Miller, but then you saw how much success he's had solo. $10-12/10 p.m. --CP

Plan B, Odd Numbers, Minds One, DJ Battle
Berkeley Café

Plan B's cantankerous rap spittle gives away the group's compressed view of hip hop as means to an end rather than some vision of old school. Get with this lineup of area hip-hoppers, which includes a turntable beat competition. $5/10 p.m. --CT

Saunter CD release party, ZOSO
Lincoln Theatre

Self-proclaimed purveyors of "Southern indie rock," Saunter's debut LP Excuses picks up where their 2003 EP left off, delivering steamy, ribald horn-and-guitar-based burners from the South. Saunter keeps the lid on tight, more focused on songs about silver bras and calzones than perpetuating scales or protracted grooves. Been a long time for ZOSO. $8-10/10 p.m. --GC

Sunday, January 15
Mothers Finest, Sleeping Booty
Lincoln Theatre

Bell-bottoming their way out of Atlanta by way of Ft. Lauderdale in the early '70s, Mother's Finest was seemingly created to blend the funk leanings of LaBelle with the hard rock of the day and to make even the reserved boogie. Subsequent studies have proven that the Mother's Finest song "Baby Love" can turn even the shiest wallflowerette into a--and this is a scientific term--sassy hip-shaker. $14-17/9 p.m. --RC

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