Psychedelic Furs, Kaskade, and more


Lil' Flip

The Rock

Best known for bubbly-smooth mid-'00s Southern rap hits such as "The Way We Ball" and "Game Over (Flip)" amid the ascendance of other, now more famous "Lil"s, Houston's Lil' Flip writes and flows catchier and poppier than most rap heroes more famous or underground. The Flipper returns to the Rock behind a forthcoming, much-delayed sixth studio album, Ahead of My Time, on the heels of promising mixtapes full of his laconically groovy choruses and natural-as-talk verses about the good side of ’hood life. With Izzy Dunfore, Young FTE, and Absent. 18+. $10/$12 at the door. 8 p.m. 2029 Woodlynn Ave., Maplewood; 651.770.7822. —Peter S. Scholtes


Frog Eyes

Indie supergroup the New Pornographers
Marina Chavez
Indie supergroup the New Pornographers
Noise aficionados HEALTH
Renata Raksha
Noise aficionados HEALTH

7th St. Entry

If Tom Waits and Neil Young were in their late 20s or early 30s in 2010, they would without a doubt be doing what Frog Eyes are doing: volatile, nihilistic lo-fi rock that comes from the heart and cuts to the bone. In the field in which Carey Mercer and company play, there is a fine line between inspired and insipid, but Frog Eyes never cross into the latter, at the same time never—even for a fraction of a second—playing it safe. Every inch of their new record, Paul's Tomb: A Triumph, is elegant, punishing chaos, with Mercer's frenetic, almost inconceivably intense vocals at the forefront of the monsoon. Frog Eyes aren't necessarily the most accessible band, but that's also sort of the point: Not everyone wants to watch someone barely survive a jump from an airplane without a parachute, but the people who do are thrilled as much by the triumph as they are by the prospect of it all going awry at the very last second. Frog Eyes dangle at the precipice of gory disaster from the outset, and while they arrive safe (more or less), the adrenaline-sapping trip is one that can't be forgotten. With Pearly Gates Music. 18+. $8. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Pat O'Brien


New Pornographers

First Avenue

It's been a decade now since the New Pornographers made the North American indie-rock scene. That the band was a side project for almost everyone involved—and that long-gestating debut Mass Romantic would eclipse every member's other gigs—was the insider rock-crit cherry on the ice-cream sundae of its success. Somewhere along the line, though, they lost their way: settling into lame MOR clichés, jettisoning bite for balm, in serious danger of becoming another face in the almost-adult-contemporary crowd. So it's a pleasure to report that on Together, the New Pornographers have their shit, er, back together, cranking out mildly ironic gems of their peculiar brand of power-pop Americana. Are they still stuck in the '60s? Kinda. Are Dan Bejar and Carl Newman's voices reedy and raspy as fuck? Of course. Do they have the sense to put not-so-secret weapon/alt-country force-of-nature Neko Case out front to steal the record out from under everybody else? You betcha—and that's why we can't stop spinning it. With My Gold Mask. 18+. $22/$25 at the door. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Ray Cummings




DJ and producer Kaskade, a.k.a. Ryan Raddon, describes his silky blend of pop songsmithing and progressive house as "epic," even titling a recent remix album The Grand (no doubt tongue in cheek). But while the description of his music might be lofty, there's a refreshing lack of bombast to his productions. His wildly appealing mix of the tough and the sunny has led Britney Spears, Lady Gaga, and Justin Timberlake to turn to him for remixes. But it's on original material that Kaskade's songwriting and musicality come to the fore. Dynasty features a passel of great female vocalists—ethereal Haley, quavery Mindy Gledhill, suave Polina, and wistful Becky Jean Williams—over killer grooves ranging from near-tribal to danceable modern iterations on '80s post-punk like the Cure and Cocteau Twins. Collaborations with trance king Tiesto and quirky Canadian electro group Dragonette round out the set. With Shiek and Dayne. 18+. $15/$20 at the door. 10 p.m. 110 N. Fifth St., Minneapolis; 612.332.3742. —Cecile Cloutier


Psychedelic Furs

First Avenue

The Psychedelic Furs are a study in retroactive popularity. They toiled in the punk and new-wave underground for years before finding success as the inspiration for a John Hughes movie in 1986. They re-recorded that song ("Pretty in Pink") for the soundtrack, and after being an afterthought for so many years, with the world at large not really paying attention to which direction they were headed, they suddenly had no direction at all. They recorded a Top 40-ish record as a follow-up to their newfound, long-awaited success (1987's Midnight to Midnight) but the band (and many of their fans—most of whom wisely dug into their back catalog in the meantime) have since characterized it as hollow and their weakest effort overall. There were two more underperforming but underrated albums afterward, and then the band members went their separate ways before reforming in 2000. There has been almost no talk of them revisiting a studio anytime soon; the band is what it is (or, more accurately, what it was). They tour on the back of a catalog that is 20 to 30 years old, but when the overall aesthetic is as good as the Furs', there isn't any need to apologize or dress it up as something it isn't, either. With She Wants Revenge. 18+. $23/$25 at the door. 6 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Pat O'Brien


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