Watson Twins and more

7th St. Entry

Over the past several years, Sub Pop has become quite the animal collective: first Wolf Parade, then Band of Horses, now Fleet Foxes. The sunny, bucolic pop of the Foxes, however, is far removed from stereotypical Sub Pop indie rock—by about 30 to 40 years. The Washington-based band's sound harkens back to the West Coast's golden era when vocal harmonies were prized above guitar solos. To Fleet Foxes' credit, their homage is fondly reminiscent without being shamelessly nostalgic, endearing but not precious. Most impressively, on songs like "Ragged Wood" and "Blue Ridge Mountains," the Foxes' pastoral prettiness blossoms into yearning wanderlust. Close your eyes and you'll swear you're in the foothills, traversing a vast, empty expanse. The ragged, lo-fi folk from openers the Duchess and the Duke should provide an appropriately gritty counterpoint. With Yer Cronies. 18+. $10. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Jonathan Garrett


No Age

Triple Rock Social Club

Talk to the hand: The Watson Twins
John Von Pamer
Talk to the hand: The Watson Twins

Everything about L.A. twosome No Age screams community-mindedness and inclusiveness somehow: the noise-meets-hardcore-meets-shoegaze sound, the all-ages-venue they operate (the Smell), the nascent scene they're leading to national visibility, even the thick, D.I.Y./arty photo book that came packaged with Nouns, their new-ish Sub Pop debut. Once the initial shock wears off—that, you know, Dean Spunt and Randy Randall are bringing something somewhat mainstream-friendly to the table this time, as opposed to the entropic void that was 2007's Weirdo RippersNouns' catchy, clearer-eyed palatability becomes less sell-out move than full potential achieved. Soon thereafter, it becomes apparent that this pair aren't one-trick ponies, after all: "Things I Did When I Was Dead" being downright gorgeous, "Errand Boy" being downright Siltbreeze, the nonsensical nature of the lyrics being beside the larger, hopefully inspirational point. Which is—or seems to be—carpe diem, dude. Start a band or a movement, already, and prove to yourself—and the world—that you're alive. With Abe Vigoda. All Ages. $8/$10 at the door. 5 p.m. 629 Cedar Ave., Minneapolis; 612.333.7499. —Ray Cummings

Jay Reatard

Triple Rock Social Club

Jay Lindsey has been making a scene as Jay Reatard for almost 10 years now, and after 2006's Blood Visions he made a big impression. After starting as a solo artist at the tender age of 15 and playing and recording with a long list of bands in his hometown of Memphis, it came full-circle. His garage-punk sound is awash with jangly, fuzzed-out guitars; incredibly satisfying, fast, aggressive drums; and Reatard's own unique voice, which goes from sing-talk to yelp to melodic tool of rock warfare. Keeping busy, but without a new full-length, this year he released a couple of 7-inches with his imprint on them, one split with Deerhunter and one on his own. Given the stories about the intensity of his performances, combined with the glammed-out (without the godawful outfits and/or makeup) glory of openers Cheap Time and locals Private Dancer, who both sound as if they stepped right out of the rock 'n' roll time machine, tonight's Triple Rock show might just be legendary. 21+. $10. 10 p.m. 629 Cedar Ave., Minneapolis; 612.333.7499. —Jen Paulson


Apples in Stereo

Turf Club

In our collective consciousness, the Elephant Six collective towers like a brilliantly ornamented obelisk. From that vaunted co-op came the most luminary music of the '90s, and though a few of its members are still active today, there is the pleasant sense when watching Apples in Stereo that they are emissaries from your own past, returned briefly from a time that is arrested and unspoilable and full of beautiful music. Apples frontman Robert Schneider, who was active in most of the principal Elephant Six bands, sports a discography that glows like a prayer candle to Brian Wilson and all things that glitter in our shared memory, and New Magnetic Wonder, the Apples' most recent full-length, is their most advanced, appealing work yet. Eschewing the Fisher Price aesthetic that marked their golden days, it's a record that, for the first time, seems as enthralled with the present and future as it is with the past. With Poison Control Center and Big Fresh. 21+. $12. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —David Hansen

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