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Band of Horses

First Avenue

Band of Horses may have relocated to South Carolina, but in the studio, they can't seem to leave the West Coast behind. Their sophomore effort, Cease to Begin, mostly picks up where its predecessor left off (its U2-sized opener aside). And their hazy, Pacific Northwest indie pop proves just as alluring the second time through. As on the excellent Everything All the Time, Band of Horses excel at creating soft-focus pop songs—coating big hooks in thick sheets of reverb. Not even the vocals are left untreated, giving Ben Bridwell's honeyed tenor an oddly enchanting quality. If their singular approach sometimes makes the songs tough to differentiate, the band makes up for it with an effortless grace that easily distracts. How Band of Horses replicate this studio-indebted sound in a live setting remains a mystery to me, but I've no doubt they'll pull it off. This is a band with a knack for making the difficult look easy. With the Drones & Tyler Ramsey. $16/$18 at the door. 18+. 8:00 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Jonathan Garrett


Triple Rock Social Club

Tour often enough with bands on the noise-centric Load Records roster, it seems, and Load will issue one of your albums in due time (we're holding our breath for this distro-positive fate to befall the radioactively aggro No Doctors). Weirdly, Clockcleaner—a Philadelphia trio touting Babylon Rules, its Load-sponsored latest—play it a bit too straight and too HC punk to merit an automatic No Fun Fest invite. Raucous, rowdy rock moves party down with frontman/guitarist John A. Sharkey III's demented Calvin Johnson impressions and gratuitous pedal-effects splatterhouse. In other words, Sharkey, bassist Karen Horner, and drummer Richie Charles are a helluva lotta full-tilt fun, the sort of group that acts as a welcome sonic turpentine on live bills packed wall to wall with acts endeavoring to drown you in an Olympic-sized pool of aural Sherwin-Williams. With the Shortcuts and Dollyrots. $5/$7 at the door. 21+. 9:00 p.m. 629 Cedar Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612.333.7399. —Ray Cummings

M.I.A. in her "I lost a bet with Peaches" outfit
courtesy of the Artist
M.I.A. in her "I lost a bet with Peaches" outfit


Obie Trice


Detroit is a proud city and an even prouder hip-hop city. As a general rule of thumb, the greater the plight of a people and their environs, the more amazing their art will be; one need look no further than our ugly neighbor to the east to see some hard-ass times. While kings have been recently disqualified either by retirement/lackluster cameos (Eminem), or by untimely death (RIP Proof and Dilla), you could do a lot worse than to elect Obie Trice as supreme representer of the D. As an artist who saw the spotlight with the help of the angriest white boy in rap, Trice has enjoyed an amazing level of creative consistency among his Shady peers, releasing two quality LPs after numerous indie releases made him a local favorite. And how much realer can you get: Dude's been shot and uses his government name on the mic. Bottom's Up, indeed. 18+. $15/$20 at the door. 10:00 p.m. 10 S. Fifth St., Minneapolis; 612.332.3931. —Jordan Selbo

FRIDAY 11.16

Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings

First Avenue

An old-school funk revival outfit fronted by a fiftysomething former correctional officer born in—where else—Augusta, Georgia, Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings play like they were hermetically sealed during the Johnson administration, before funk went on to incorporate things like Moogs and vocoders. While their 2002 debut Dap Dippin' with...Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings established what they could do, it was 2005's Naturally—with its sinuous cover of Woody Guthrie's "This Land Is Your Land," the comedic romance of the Lee Fields duet "Stranded in Your Love," and the slick, hip-shakingly conflicted "How Do You Let a Good Man Down?"—that put them on the bigger public radar. Next thing you know, you're hearing "Pick It Up, Lay It in the Cut" in Kraft commercials, and the Dap-Kings are doing side gigs blasting out horn charts for Mark Ronson and touring with Amy Winehouse. But with Amy in and out of rehab and Sharon done filming a singing role in the upcoming Denzel Washington film The Great Debaters, the band's back together to tour behind their latest, 100 Days, 100 Nights—which, like their other records, sounds like one of the best albums of the year. (It's up to you as to whether that year's 2007 or 1968.) 18+. $12/$14 at the door. 8:00 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Nate Patrin


STNNNG Lunch Show 5

7th St. Entry

The Lunch Show is not just a name. It's the fifth "so foolish it's genius" installment of the annual (very) early show conceived by the STNNNG, who will be celebrating the release of a new split 7" single with Signal to Trust. STNNNG's surly, churning, occasionally caustic songs, with razor-sharp lyrics that sometimes cut painfully to the bone, don't seem like your typical midday listen (think more along the lines of 2:00 a.m. after five scotches and a belt of tequila), but lunch will indeed be served (along with a free copy of said 7") to any and all comers. The afternoon's festivities will also function as the CD-release party for openers FT (the Shadow Government). It's early, but you can sleep in a little—you don't need breakfast, though it's recommended you eat something at the show. It's little known, but nevertheless a fact, that tater-tot hot dish goes well with vitriol and angst. All ages. Noon. $7, price includes lunch. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Pat O'Brien

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