Fine Line Music Café

Ah, grime. Remember grime? (Or garage? Whatever.) The U.K.-based hip-hop subgenre was gonna change everything the same way U.K.-based electronica—hallelujah hollaback, Prodigy!—was going to steamroll rock-rap back in 1997. Didn't happen, but at least we got Lady Sovereign out of the deal: a pint-sized she-MC with a razor-tongued flow and the questionable fashion sense of a teenager—which made sense, because she was a teenager. She had absolutely nothing to say, but on '06 debut Public Warning, she said it in a way that was exhilarating to behold. Sov's sugared-up, filthy rhymes didn't exactly bum-rush the charts, so it's not surprising that sequel Jigzaw finds her more or less taming that Tasmanian Devil whiplash, communicating in a style that's by and large conversational and a bit—wha?—flirtatious. In short, she wants to be a pop star now. Why not? With Chester French and Hollywood Holt. All ages. $16/$18 at the door. 5 p.m. 318 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.338.8100. —Ray Cummings


Fall Out Boy

Roy Wilkins Auditorium

Sassy-pants MC Lady Sovereign
Derek Santini
Sassy-pants MC Lady Sovereign

Fall Out Boy have a problem the Phoenixes and Mastodons of the world would love to have, and that folks like Kanye West can relate to all too well: They won. No emo-punk-pop group has managed to garner greater cultural cachet. Jay-Z endorsed 'em. Lyricist/bassist/gadfly Pete Wentz married and had a son with pop star Ashlee Simpson. They're on a massive world tour that will feature 50 Cent on some stops—a formerly titanic rapper who's in need of their luck and influence to get back on the road to relevance. So Fall Out Boy are simply too big to fail, now, and while their obscenely catchy (and increasingly creative) musings on fame, love, and self-regard continue to impress, you've gotta wonder: Where do they go from here? Political posturing? The dreaded side-project restlessness? Sifting through film scripts? Think of it this way: Fall Out Boy find themselves where Linkin Park were, post-Meteora. And that's not necessarily a fun place to be. All ages. $35. 7 p.m. 175 W. Kellogg Blvd., St. Paul; 651.989.5151. —Ray Cummings

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