Screaming Females are an honest-to-goodness grassroots success story: from studiously booking their own tours in punk-house basements across the country summer after summer for years, DIY everything all along the way, to supporting the Dead Weather on their summer tour last year (going from awkwardly passing a hat to a $30 door must be vindicating) and receiving transcontinental hosannas from The Village Voice and Rolling Stone. I was there for what I'm fairly certain was the band's first show in the Cities, a weekday night at Big V's four or five years ago with maybe six people in the bar, and all six would say the same: "I don't know who or what...but something just happened." They were, of course, right. That something is singer/guitarist Marissa Paternoster, a diminutive guitar demon who consistently leaves crowds smiling with furrowed brow, re-avowed that rock can't really die; it's too lovely a virus. Let the Screamales prove it. With Tenement. 18+.
Tue., May 25, 8 p.m., 2010