SUNDAY 11.16
The Rosebuds
Turf Club
Quirky dance kids Matt and Kim
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Like so many other acts, the Rosebuds want to have their cake and eat it, too— they want to remain stern-browed, all the while barely stifling a chortle. The North Carolina-based duo of Kelly Crisp and Ivan Howard offer up formalist indie-rock numbers that present as thoroughly serious but dissolve, lyrically, into goofisms. (Take that, Fiery Furnaces!) Consider, for instance, "Cape Fear" from this year's Life Like (Merge): Structurally, it's got slacker love song written all over it. Dundering guitars recycle a simple hook, synths reiterate what the guitars are doing at key intervals, and Crisp drapes her voice over the whole shebang as though it's a shabby dorm couch. But wait—she's singing about a baby catfish she was supposed to feed but didn't. Instead, she freed it, it ate a man, and she'd really appreciate updates on the situation as it unfolds: "Holla at me!" Or their cover of "Push It," which bulges with irony by playing Salt-N-Pepa's old-school rap classic totally straight. With Megafaun. 21+. $10. 8 p.m. 1601 University Ave. W, St. Paul; 651.647.0486. —Ray Cummings
MONDAY 11.17
7th St. Entry
It's uncertain how U.K. record-releasing machine Holly Golightly came to identify with the country-music roots we find miles south of our fair state. English musicians have been ripping off our native genres for at least half a century. But they do it better. U.S. country music has become a bastardized version of its ancestry, more aligned with Top 40 pop than the woozy, heartbroken sagas of Loretta Lynn. I'll stick with Ms. Golightly's twangy eyebrow-raisers. With lyrics like "Ain't nobody gonna love me like the devil do," she's not posturing for any Clear Channel play. Enter the outlaw this genre needs. With Delaney Davidson. 18+. $12. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1175. —Erin Roof