Vancouver's Ladyhawk play fuzzed-out, indie noise-rock worthy of a hundred hair-flinging freak outs. Honestly, I prefer their description of themselves via their Myspace: "Rock/Rock/Rock." Lead singer Duffy Driediger's almost mystifying Lou Barlow-meets-J. Mascis (in a fateful dark alley) voice is an angsty Canadian revelation. It's been a busy time for this band: They released their second full-length record, Shots (Jagjaguwar), in April, along with a documentary of the making of that record called Let Me Be Fictional, which has been making film festival rounds over the past year. Then they took a tour of Europe over the summer—and it's definitely time they bring their full-on sangria-fueled musical assault to the states. With Shots, their sound got tighter and grew exponentially in terms of fullness and raw depth. Truth is, regardless of whether there are 5 or 500 people at this Thursday-night show, it should be a sight and sound to behold. With the Small Cities. 21+.
Thu., Nov. 20, 8 p.m., 2008