Where the Lord rests, we must exalt him. Seems to be the logic here, as some of the city's preeminent musical shamans make a Sabbath feast out of a Kitty Cat Klub Sunday. As godless and hedonistic as the music scene can be, we seem to have taken the fourth commandment to heart—Sunday bills are either the proving grounds for rookie bands, or the last refuge of scoundrels looking for a bottle to which they can confess their numerous sins. But not tonight. Daughters of the Sun have been around long enough that their influence can be heard leaking into a burgeoning generation of new musicians who have taken the breadth of their musical vision and willingness to experiment deeply to heart. But is this Sunday show exaltation or blasphemy? There's only one way to find out, and unlike your usual Sunday activities, this little glass of booze comes with a beer back. With To Kill a Petty Bourgeiosie and Marijuana Deathsquad.
Sun., March 7, 8 p.m., 2010