Nomad Pub

Trying to describe Daughters of the Sun is both simple and difficult. Yes, certainly they are psychedelic rock, but unlike many bands that trade in this genre, it isn't the type of psych-rock you need to be baked out of your skull to enjoy. Even with the bongos and maracas, the songs resemble something the Cure's Robert Smith may have written had he wanted to steer his band down a different path—they somehow have the same "dirty glam" feel of many Cure songs. Each one is a small journey that ends in a different place from where it started. They build slowly, deliberately, sometimes ratcheting up tension that, in the end, never gets released. The band's recently released Visions of the Ocean Head is full of a quiet ghostliness that will haunt your dreams for days, which only raises another set of questions, not the least of which is: How did DOTS make their trippy, down-tempo meditations so addictive? With Magic Castles, Marvelle, and Starfleet Academy. 21+. $5. 9 p.m. 501 Cedar Ave., Minneapolis; 612.338.6424. —Pat O'Brien


Ra Ra Riot

7th St. Entry

Tokyo Police Club: Billy clubs not pictured
Jimmy Fontaine
Tokyo Police Club: Billy clubs not pictured

Despite their limited number of releases, Ra Ra Riot have a charm that's got a lot to do with their tight musical equation. They utilize equal parts exuberance, youthful ingenuity, and good old-fashioned talent with an exquisite cello, dueling jangly and fuzzed-out guitars, and the birdsong vocals of lead singer Wesley Miles. Sharing the bill on this tour are Californians the Little Ones, whose well-executed mutation of the pop gems of the '60s incorporate savvy touches of modern eccentricities in their own wall of sound. Singer Ed Reyes inevitably draws strong vocal comparisons to the Shins' James Mercer or even Ben Kweller, and everything comes together with a delicious shimmer on the Little Ones' recent EP, Terry Tales and Fallen Gates. The sunshine wattage of their dynamic will leave you longing for the days of a real summer vacation. Opening the night is the glossy power-pop of locals Ready Goes. 18+. $10. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.338.8388. —Jen Paulson


Tokyo Police Club

Varsity Theater

The Tokyo influence is understandable. A crew of chilly kids from Canada could realistically covet Harajuku clothes that don't need to be buried under a parka. It's the police reference I don't get. Bloody billy clubs are never in fashion. Nevertheless, Tokyo Police Club do throw sparks from ultra-hip tasers. Each EP has shown the group growing progressively more pop-minded. Their debut full-length, Elephant Shell, even finds them sounding unabashedly cheery. Their heavily nuanced indie rock pits layers of fuzzed-out guitars against singer David Monk's pristine tenor while intertwining speckles of pianos and splotches of happy Strokes-style hooks. Tokyo Police Club are a young band with some tricks up their sleeves that are certain to be delivered with a smile and a small collection of errant hand claps. With Smoosh, and Maps and Atlases. 18+. $13/$15 at the door. 7 p.m. 1308 Fourth St. SE, Minneapolis; 612.604.0222. —Erin Roof

Black Kids

7th St. Entry

Buzz can only get you so far, but it never hurts to reek of it. For all the continuing hype Florida quintet Black Kids have generated, it's notable that while they've played an insane number of shows and buoyed countless blogs since dropping their debut EP, Wizard of Ahhhs, last August, they haven't bothered to set a release date for a first album yet. In a sense this is a shame, because the Kids kick up a synth-driven strain of party-down dork-rock that doesn't make dancing mandatory; like Southern rap's more accessible snap hits, "I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You" is simple to sing along and relate to. But as this decade's previous indie-rock buzz bands could tell you, the honeymoon's over after that first full-length hits and the halo's gone. We suspect that A) Black Kids are laboring mightily in service of a monumental release, and B) catching 'em live might clue you in to what's in store. Yes, it's kind of ridiculous that they're issuing a rerecorded "Boyfriend" as a single next month—until you realize that it's just a way to keep their young brand fresh in the public consciousness a little longer. With Cut Copy and Mobius Band. 21+. $15. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.338.8388. —Ray Cummings

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