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Story of the Sea

The Beat

It would take a huge needle jabbed straight to the heart of the Beat coffee shop's caffeinated beverages to work up the energy to follow this band's seasick tunes. Story of the Sea's manic genre-shifting speaks to a generation with a three-second attention span and a serious addiction to those ADD wonder drugs. The band stitches together elements of post-rock, pop, noise, and grunge for a sunken treasure like no other in our 10,000 lakes. It would feel overwhelming if not for their perfectionist's touch. The music is triumphantly chaotic, while managing to contain its mischief in a slick capsule. This is a highly intelligent creature—a Frankenstein monster that will make all the cool kids want to get bolts in their necks. Check out the show to whet your appetite for their new album dropping later this year. All ages. $6. 5:30 p.m. 1414 W. 28th St., Minneapolis; 612.710.3992. —Erin Roof



All together now: Doomtree prepare to unleash their first full-crew full-length
All together now: Doomtree prepare to unleash their first full-crew full-length

First Avenue

With its snarly teeth and torn wings, the Doomtree logo isn't supposed to make you feel pretty, and neither is their music. Making straightforward, conscious hip hop, the group of five MCs and two DJs is not timid about telling the truth by way of fresh beats and killer hooks. Lyrics written by ruthless poets layer over and under music made to make you feel buff and ready to rumble for the cause. After years of making their own solo albums in the False Hopes collection, the crew has finally put all their raps in a row to release their first album of collaborative tracks. Like always, their shows have more energy than any can in the cooler. It's Doomtree who gives you the wings—bring your own teeth. With I Self Devine and Kill the Vultures. 18+. $8/$10 at the door. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Amber Schadewald

Small White

Turf Club

In bands and in swimsuits, it can take a certain courage to sport a two-piece. But from Birthday Suits to Ratatat, show posters and CD bins are peppered with more and more artists who find liberty in bondage, who thrive under the sonic pressures of working with two little instruments. Consider Small White. The local duo, who at times echo the soaring guitar melodies of the aforementioned Ratatat and at others the grinding arrhythmia of Knife World, fashion a shape shifter's sound that is a baffling expansion of the two-piece configuration, and on their long-overdue debut full-length, Do It Till It Ends, the hooks come fast, stretch out, but never overstay their welcome. Supporting them are Les Deux Magot, another local duo whose sound, a distant shear conjured with guitar and drums, is unseemly and thrilling, and as bracing as a broken tooth. With Gumbi. 21+. 9 p.m. 1601 University Ave. W., St. Paul; 651.647.0486. —David Hansen

Gospel Gossip and Mercurial Rage

Triple Rock Social Club

This bill is fiendishly strange, a delight to schizophrenic local-music aficionados. It's a perfect tutorial on the multifaceted Minneapolis music scene: lo-fi vs. high gloss, grunge vs. glamour, indie vs. New Wave. Basically, we have a Sharks vs. Jets situation here. Even with, I assume, a lack of choreographed dance moves and semi-realistic-looking stage-prop weapons, this show is sure to please. Gospel Gossip are charming, singing about "little bubbles with cats inside of them." Mercurial Rage are suave and downright frisky, singing about "looking for love in a topless bar." Gospel Gossip seem like they might be into the Breeders. Mercurial Rage are admittedly pretty obsessed with New Order. Now if we can only pool our money for their dance lessons, maybe we can produce the Cedar-Riverside Story. The Triple Rock would be the perfect setting for a mock brawl. And a New Wave version of "I Feel Pretty" could possibly be cool. You in? 18+. $6. 10 p.m. 629 Cedar Ave., Minneapolis; 612.333.7499. —Erin Roof


Nine Inch Nails

Target Center

It's official: Trent Reznor will never grow up, and nobody can force him to—he's playing by his own rules in a post-music-industry world of his own design, releasing records whenever and however he sees fit. The 43-year-old Nine Inch Nails auteur has spent the past two decades building an empire from tour-borne sweat, roiling angst, and moody, pop-industrial symphonies. In the past six months, he's unleashed roughly three hours' worth of music: Ghosts I-IV, a generous suite of ponderous instrumentals, and the more conventional The Slip. Both releases arrived via the internet with little to no warning, and there's no telling when Reznor will strike again. Here's what is certain: Nine Inch Nails are hitting the road with their overproduced goth maelstrom, bringing indie sensations Deerhunter, Crystal Castles, Does It Offend You, Yeah?, and A Place to Bury Strangers along for the ride. (Of this group, only Crystal Castles will open on the Minneapolis date.) So start drawing up that list of requests now, and warn your friends, family members, and business associates that you'll be all but hoarse from screaming along to "Terrible Lie" and "Closer" and "Discipline" for at least a couple of days afterward. $39.50-$47.50. 6:30 p.m. 600 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.673.0900. —Ray Cummings

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