Ariel Pink, Brian Jonestown Massacre, and more

Hop into bed with the Handsome Furs

Hop into bed with the Handsome Furs


Handsome Furs

7th St. Entry

This past year has been a busy one for Dave Boeckner, an integral player in both Wolf Parade and Handsome Furs. First came the release of Wolf Parade's second full-length last summer; then a tour with his wife, Alexei Perry, in the Handsome Furs (one that brought the group to the Entry last August); and now the release of the Furs' second album, Face Control, which dropped earlier this month. Indicative of the duo's range, Boeckner's guitar squeals on the album's lead single, "I'm Confused," while Perry layers the track, adding beat and depth with synth and a drum machine. Despite the fantastic waves that shift the album through droning rhythms and rapturous highs, it is perhaps their live dynamic that is the most enticing aspect of the duo. At times neglecting each other, at times harmoniously joined by some unseen spirit, they play as only a couple can. With the Cinnamon Band. 18+. $10. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Chris DeLine

The Brian Jonestown Massacre

Fine Line Music Cafe

The Brian Jonestown Massacre are a 15-car pileup of music history: rockin' hot rodders, tripped-out hippie bugs, big bluesy Buicks, country pick-ups, and psychedelic spray-painted vans all smashed and scattered on the highway. What comes out of all that oil and glass and twisted metal is an American revivalist band whose particular pastiche is improbably fresh. The question is not who is in BJM, but who hasn't been. The band has cycled through enough members in its nearly 20-year run to fill a short bus; some of them have gone on to found kick-ass outfits like Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and the Out Crowd, but the main man behind the wheel is founder, singer, and multi-instrumentalist Anton Newcombe. Newcombe is something of a wreck himself. The notoriously petulant performer's on- and off-stage antics (fights, drugs, walk-offs, etc.) are chronicled in the boffo documentary DIG!, which centers on the band's friendship-turned-rivalry with the Dandy Warhols. Newcombe may be volatile, but he's relentlessly innovative and prolific. His BJM conjures up a heady guitar drone in which multiple riffs and half-buried hooks alternately (almost simultaneously) overlap, melt together, and explode over the dynamic din. Would you miss this show? Not if you were the last Dandy on Earth. With Flavor Crystals. 18+. $16.50/$18.50 at the door. 8 p.m. 318 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.338.8100. —Bryan Miller


Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti

Triple Rock Social Club

We trust that, by now, all interested parties are familiar with the sloppy particulars of Ariel "Pink" Rosenberg's sound: mouth-generated "drum" patterings, off-kilter guitars, broken halogen-tube synths, mental-patient falsettos, and what are possibly the worst production values this side of a mine shaft. Rosenberg's output today could fill a water cooler, and, blessedly, it all sounds about the same: 40 years of pop music steals beamed through the Hollywood-based overachiever's cracked-dude prism. It's that glorious and slightly terrifying at the same time. That the fumbled FM highs vastly outnumber the beardo prog lows—and the willingness of Rosenberg and his loyal band of freaks to tour all the fricking time—helps make up for A) the fact that just about every ounce of flavored noise he's released thus far was recorded en masse in the late '90s and early '00s, and B) the perpetually delayed album of new shit that's yet to see the light of day. With Duchess Says and Haunted House. 18+. $12. 10 p.m. 629 Cedar Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612.333.7399. —Ray Cummings

Eleni Mandell

Cedar Cultural Center

Often identified as an L.A. hipster, singer-songwriter Eleni Mandell, an actual protégée of Chuck E. Weiss (of "Chuck E's in Love" fame), has spent the past decade plying a curious blend of noir, pop, cool jazz, and alt-rock, along with the odd foray into classic country of the Loretta Lynn ilk. Armed with a supple voice that can languorously peel through layers of sultriness set adrift in ice fog, Mandell has tended toward sparse arrangements rife with dark portent, lyrics full of poetic irony as if scrawled with lipstick on a broken mirror. All of that is intact on her new album, Artificial Fire, but the torch she usually wields burns with far greater intensity, the flame periodically fueled by careening rock 'n' roll ignited by the ferocious, ringing licks of guitarist Jeremy Drake. Mandell's songs are all about lust, love, and dissolution, coyly working the angles, while she sidles through a Bacharach-like perfect pop pastiche on "Right Side" or dangles from a jagged precipice etched by Drake's raging, off-kilter guitar on the title track. With Daniel Martin Moore. All ages. $12/$15 at the door. 7 p.m. 416 Cedar Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612.338.2674. —Rick Mason


Gay Witch Abortion

Triple Rock Social Club

Gay Witch Abortion would be nauseating if they weren't so talented. The local duo unleashes seizure-inducing noise rock boasting proven abilities to turn your intestines into goopy precious metals. The brutal, undulating screeches expand to become such a monstrosity listeners expect the music to cave in on itself, begin to weep, and drag an acoustic guitar to coffee-shop open-mic nights to whine about group therapy. But it doesn't. The power remains steady and constant, begging for ears to bleed, begging to push the pain threshold just a little bit further. In one minute the unrepentant sonic assault could crush your pelvis. In one set it could leave you feeling that was the best show you ever saw. And with this stellar lineup, that's a guarantee. With Birthday Suits, Seawhores, Double Bird, and Loose Limbs. 21+. $6. 9 p.m. 629 Cedar Ave., Minneapolis; 612.333.7499. —Erin Roof


Blue Note Records 70th Anniversary

Orchestra Hall

Of all the thousands of labels that have operated since the advent of recorded music, only a handful can be considered truly iconic. Blue Note, founded in 1939 by Alfred Lion, certainly falls in that category. For decades it was synonymous with jazz, recording the likes of Bud Powell, Art Blakey, Thelonious Monk, and Miles Davis. When Horace Silver created hard bop in the 1950s, it became Blue Note's signature sound. Although the label died after a succession of acquisitions during the disastrous '70s, it was revived in 1984 and reasserted its reputation. So this tour celebrates both the 70th anniversary of Blue Note's founding and the 25th anniversary of its relaunch, featuring an all-star outfit dubbed the Blue Note 7 and a repertoire that widely embraces the label's history. Led by pianist Bill Charlap, the 7's impressive lineup includes tenor saxophonist Ravi Coltrane, New Orleans trumpeter Nicholas Payton, bassist Peter Washington, drummer Lewis Nash, alto saxophonist/flutist Steve Wilson, and guitarist Peter Bernstein. The group recorded an album, Mosaic, that's a snapshot of what they'll do in concert: taking classics by the likes of Monk, Silver, McCoy Tyner, and Herbie Hancock, twisting them in intriguing new arrangements by band members, and playing them with a definite touch of reverence, but more important, a restless energy that makes them pulse with vitality. All ages. $22-$48. 2 p.m. 1111 Nicollet Mall, Minneapolis; 612.371.5656. —Rick Mason


Bishop Allen

Triple Rock Social Club

Little hipsters need cultivating, too. They must be planted in untenable soil, nourished on the sparse nutrients available, then regularly watered with irony and detached from sunlight. One day the wonderment occurs, and a little sapling in too-tight jeans spreads his frail leaves and declares, "The radio sucks!" Such is the cycle of life. The 2008 film Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist might as well be a training video for budding music snobs, with its high school protagonists forever in search of a band so indie they refuse to even disclose where they will play. Of all the contributions to the movie's killer soundtrack, one of the standouts is Bishop Allen's interminably catchy "Middle Management," which infuses their low-fi indie rock with the raw buzz of electric guitars echoing off cinderblock garage walls. Bishop Allen, the brainchild of Harvard grads Justin Rice and Christian Rudder, will keep on educating the young 'uns when they play an all-ages show early Monday evening (still plenty of time to finish that homework). The Triple Rock usually, well, rocks, but this night it will be filled with the barely perceptible, ambient hum of self-satisfaction and a sea of appreciatively bobbing heads. It's one to Miracle-Gro on. With Miniature Tigers and the Mt. St. Helens Vietnam Band. All ages. $10. 5 p.m. 629 Cedar Ave., Minneapolis; 612.333.7399. —Bryan Miller

Bob Mould

Varsity Theater

Hometown hero Bob Mould has folded many people's dream careers into a single lifetime, fronting a seminal post-punk band (Hüsker Dü), writing scripts for professional wrestling (you mean it isn't real?), composing for television (including the Daily Show theme), playing guitar for Hedwig and the Angry Inch, and penning a forthcoming memoir and releasing a new album, Life and Times, next month. Now living in Washington, D.C., he still makes it back to the Twin Cities regularly, and will rock the Varsity 30 years—to the day—after Hüsker Dü's inaugural performance at the Entry. 18+. $20. 7:30 p.m. 1308 Fourth St. SE, Minneapolis; 612.604.0222. —Jake Mohan