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Triple Rock Social Club

The line between noisy pop and avant-garde noise gets smaller with every release from Xiu Xiu. They mix up folk, punk, and ambient noise with slices of almost everything else you can think of to create music that's catchy and personal while at the same time feeling icy and distant. It's difficult to love someone when you're not sure they feel the same way about you. You get sucked in by their openness and unflinching forthrightness, but after a bit you may begin to question whether they haven't shared too much, too soon. The subject matter is heavy (AIDS, suicide, war, just to name a few) and peppered with snippets of life (presumably singer-songwriter and sole remaining original member Jamie Stewart's) lived in the darkened corners of society many dare not illuminate. In truth, the distance their music creates is something of an illusion; it's not really so detached. Like viewing animals at the zoo, you're only safe because the glass doesn't break. But wouldn't that experience be quite a bit more thrilling and/or scary if the animals could break the glass from the other side? You might escape, but you'd hardly remain unscathed. With Prurient, Mary Halvorson, and Jessica Pavone. All ages. $11/$13 at the door. 5 p.m. 629 Cedar Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612.333.7399. —Pat O'Brien


Dandy Warhols

First Avenue

Lounging around with the Dandy Warhols
Lounging around with the Dandy Warhols

The Dandy Warhols' perceived shortcomings (wearing their influences too clearly on their sleeves, too blatantly wanting to be megahuge rock stars, etc.) also function as their best attributes. They take the guessing game out of it and maybe that's why people pile dog shit at their doorstep, but it's refreshing to find a band in the alt-rock world that seems to operate like a (hell you say!) country band. They want to sell records. They act like they're bigger than they are. Not sure of their influences? Two of their songs are called "Lou Weed" and "Ride" and another is called "Not If You Were the Last Junkie on Earth"—not such a tough walk to take now, was it? This all should have made them exceedingly popular, but hipsters are a fickle bunch and they like a good mystery; the Dandys laid it all out in plain view and nobody knew what to make of it. Are they serious? Is it a scam? Nobody bothered asking if it mattered since the music was so damn good, and that's a shame. Sure it's self-referential but that doesn't mean it's derivative; it's catchy and clever and that's all that matters sometimes. They're a national treasure—it's a shame nobody has noticed yet. With Darker My Love, the Upsidedown. 18+. $25. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Pat O'Brien

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