According to a recent news story, a 72-year-old beat down a twentysomething mugger who tried to swipe $300 from him at a gas station in Michigan. This only proves that old dudes can still kick ass. Of course, that old dude is an ex-Marine and former Golden Gloves boxer. This brings us to the pairing of Def Leppard and Styx, two veteran rock bands that used to sell out arenas in three seconds flat. But these days both groups have been reduced to summer nostalgia tours and crummy covers albums like Def Lep's Yeah! and Styx's Big Bang Theory. The Leppard unquestionably kicked ass from 1981, when the group dropped High 'n' Dry, to 1992's Adrenalize. Like that ex-Marine, there's always the possibility that the Leppard could dig deep and smack down an audience. Styx, however, never kicked ass. And with original frontman Dennis DeYoung out of the picture, the group is about as legit as a Steve Perry-less Journey and Foreigner minus Lou Gramm. If these geezers manage to kick ass tonight, it'll be the lead story on CNN. $54. 6:30 p.m.1265 Snelling Ave. N. Falcon Heights; 651.642.2262. —Michael Alan Goldberg

tuesday 9.4

David Bazan
7th St. Entry
Kill Rock Stars

In 2006, Pedro the Lion's David Bazan (who essentially was Pedro the Lion) retired the moniker and struck out on his own. His first recording was Fewer Moving Parts, a ten-song EP that was actually just five songs (each song was recorded in both acoustic and electric versions). It didn't sound all that different from a Pedro the Lion album, which was to be expected, with the familiar melodic power pop in the vein of Death Cab for Cutie, Tom Petty, and matt pond PA still fully intact. Further separating himself from the dreaded "Christian rock" label that plagued Pedro the Lion from time to time, and was unfounded to begin with (occasionally singing about your relationship with God after growing up in a household where secular music was banned until early adulthood does not a Christian artist make). He seems a bit more playful of late (the "serious musician" label is somewhat less unfounded) but that's hardly a knock—it means he's becoming more comfortable in his own skin. Bazan, it could—and should—be argued, is one of our greatest living songwriters, and he seems to be getting better with age. He's not an unpolished gem as much as a bright, shining diamond who has yet to be discovered by most. With Casiotone for the Painfully Alone. $10. 8:00 p.m. First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Pat O'Brien

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