The Vignettes currently have five songs on their MySpace, and at three of them are about cats. (One of them is entitled "Hey Little Poop-Butt", which is just the precise mixture of cutesy and vulgar that might be setting off alarm bells right now.) I know that doesn't sound promising, but picture these cat songs being deployed by a gleefully spazzed-out garage band that sounds like pre-"Maps" Yeah Yeah Yeahs going on a Black Lips binge -- now we're talking. Tonight's show at the Hexagon celebrates the three-piece's newest, self-titled 8-song CD, which, given their tendency to keep things short, simple, and to-the-point, will probably clock in at twenty-five minutes, tops. But that's twenty-five minutes of raucous girl-punk rock-out action you wouldn't have otherwise, and can you really afford to have that potential gap in your life? Answer: no. With the Retainers, Box Elders, Vag.
Sat., Aug. 15, 9 p.m., 2009