Estelle, Dillinger Four, and more

Breakout R&B soulstress Estelle

Breakout R&B soulstress Estelle



Triple Rock Social Club

Aside from their mildly annoying moniker (seriously, bands, has every possible name been snatched up? Must we resort to acronyms and punctuation?), Toronto's DD/MM/YYYY, pronounced "Day Month Year," should fit in nicely with this bill of local freak-rockers. Their herky-jerky style of electro-tinged, hyper indie rock will be a welcome hump day pick-me-up. And if they get bored backstage, they can spend their time comparing notes with fellow frenetic pop weirdos Marvelle, a spastic electric violin-fronted band who should provide a good warm-up to DD/MM/YYYY's unique and giddy sound. With the Central Division, and Lucy Michelle & the Velvet Lapelles. 21+. $5/$8 at the door. 9 p.m. 629 Cedar Ave. S, Minneapolis; 612.333.7399. —Andrea Swensson


Darker My Love

Triple Rock Social Club

Darker My Love subscribes to the philosophy that "more is more." The West Coast rockers implement a wall of drone that would make Anton Newcombe weak in the knees. And though they may dip their toes into ambient's shallow end, they still know how to make a guitar holler and squeal with spunk. With a bit of psychedelic drawl a la Warlocks and syrupy, Brit-poppy vocals, these genre mashers might be contagious. Let's hope they keep their spit in their mouths . . . or maybe not. Yeah, we want to catch that hip virus. Wear black. With These Arms Are Snakes and All the Saints. 18+. $10. 9 p.m. 629 Cedar Ave., Minneapolis; 612.333.7499. —Erin Roof


Dillinger Four

Turf Club

St. Paul's Turf Club hosts all manner of artist showcases, but rare is the occasion when the club hosts a punk show—let alone a punk show of this caliber—for only $6. Friday night's show serves as both a homecoming for Pretty Boy Thorson and the F'n A's (the band returns from a string of shows out west), and as the kickoff for an 11-date mini-tour for Dillinger Four. Eventually set to land in Austin for SXSW, the Twin Cities patriarchs continue to play in support of the hard-nosed C I V I L W A R, the band's second release via Fat Wreck Chords and first since 2002's Situationist Comedy. Joining the two bands for the show are Killer Dreamer (ex-FYP, Lipstick Pick Ups) and Sinks. 21+. $6. 9 p.m. 1601 University Ave. W, St. Paul; 651.647.0486.—Chris DeLine


First Avenue

"Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath them" is only the funniest line of last summer's airy transatlantic hit "American Boy," in which Estelle Swaray plays London princess to Kanye West, who tries on British slang like a funny hat. But where the West End girl of the lyrics wants to "see L.A.," real-life Estelle met West and her soon-to-be longtime collaborator John Legend at a Roscoe's House of Chicken 'n Waffles in Los Angeles. Today, you can imagine a sing-rapper sampling Screamin' Jay Hawkins and riffing on Boogie Down Productions would want to see more than tourist coasts anyway. Hence this Minneapolis stop on a tour behind Shine, last year's second album and American debut, which appears to love hip hop in a way that doesn't guarantee it'll love her back. Funkier than the almost Stereolab-light breakthrough, it nevertheless floats out in the R&B cosmos opened up by Lauryn Hill and D'Angelo's "Nothing Even Matters," the vintage reggae samples and Cee-Lo guest vocals merely grounding Estelle in the retro-boho territory of Lily Allen and Amy Winehouse. Expect more and better from such an effortlessly swinging and conversational flow, especially as she absorbs New York. 18+. $25. 8 p.m. 701 1st Ave. N, Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Peter S. Scholtes

Box Elders

Hexagon Bar

Named after the tiny pests that infested their basement growing up—at one point climbing inside their snare drum—the Box Elders' McIntyre brothers make music of an unvarnished quality that befits the name. The Omaha trio describes their sound as "cave pop," which seems oddly fitting, especially once you hear the endearingly sloppy tunes on its 45 from Grotto Records. Their choice of that bygone format is also appropriate, since their music infuses the bounciness of '50s and '60s pop with the raw pathos of the Stooges. With France Has the Bomb, Leisure Birds, and the Real Numbers. 21+. Free. 9 p.m. 2600 27th Ave. S, Minneapolis; 612.722.3454. —Jake Mohan


A Night in the Box

Lee's Liquor Lounge

Echoing an intense, deep country blues, A Night in the Box has in a few short years gone from being a spare time project for a group of high-school friends to one of the most unique and soulful bands in the Twin Cities. Last year the group released its second studio album via Afternoon Records, Write a Letter. Songs such as "Rich Man's Table" and "The Garden" hint at the band's ability to stomp a hole though the floor with its dirty-water bluegrass and electric bottle-neck growl. But that's just it—the album only hints at the band's energy, when in fact it's A Night in the Box's live act that truly showcases the emotion and youthful enthusiasm that its members have for their songs. 21+. $6. 9 p.m. 101 Glenwood Ave. N, Minneapolis; 612.338.9491. —Chris DeLine


Dropkick Murphys


Traditionally, the Dropkick Murphys have taken the stage to "The Foggy Dew" by the Chieftains—a song that features vocals by Sinead O'Connor and which gravely rolls along with churning drums and foreboding strings. Bursting at its seams with green, the song is a fitting introduction for a band that has, through six studio albums, become a symbol for Celtic pride in their hometown of Boston. Be it a punked-up rendition of "Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya" on the band's latest album, The Meanest of Times, or through any number of Celtics/Bruins/Red Sox odes, the Dropkick Murphys are as insistent on honoring their roots as they are their heroes and working-class values. And if you've been to a sporting event in the past two years, chances are you've heard rumblings of "I'm Shipping up to Boston," the band's anthem that was used as the theme for Martin Scorsese's Oscar-winning The Departed. With H2O and Civet. All ages. 6 p.m. $28/$30 at the door. 3090 Southlawn Dr., Maplewood; 651.779.6984. —Chris DeLine

Po' Girl

Ginkgo Coffehouse

At their finest, the voices of Po' Girl frontwomen Allison Russell and Awna Teixeira twine around each other in lazy loops, as on "Til It's Gone," a tune that revels in the melancholy of inevitable endings in a tone that borders on prayer. No doubt their charm will take an intimate turn in the cozy confines of Ginkgo as they weave the disparate influences of that over-vague genre, Americana, so smoothly that at times it can be difficult to separate country from ragtime and gospel from barbershop. The result is a sound that's both rural and urban, vaguely Southern, and conjures images of long dirt roads, smoky pool halls, and street-corner busking. With JT and the Clouds. All ages. $10. 7:30 p.m. 721 Snelling Ave. N, St. Paul; 651.645.2647. —Ward Rubrecht


Fleetwood Mac

Xcel Energy Center

What do soon-to-be Secretary of State Hilary Clinton and deposed rock goddess Courtney Love have in common? A deep, abiding love for iconic, embattled Fleetwood Mac, a rock institution whose various hits—"Gypsy," "Don't Stop," "Go Your Own Way," and so on—seem to represent, given hindsight, '60s countercultural adventurers' bittersweet attempts to forego partying hard and catting about in favor of straight-world monogamy. The surface placidity of the band's fundamentally Californian aesthetic—tread-milling rhythms often powered by cowbells, ever-present winding bougainvillea guitars, husky, mouthwatering vocals courtesy of Stevie Nicks and Christine McVie—is at odds with all the behind-the-scenes turmoil that's fueled so many biographies. Now they're back to soft-hump the town, minus Christine, and give your parents a reason to elbow you away from the computer en route to reserving seats on Ticketmaster. All Ages. $49.50-$149.50. 7:30 p.m. 175 W Kellogg Blvd., St. Paul; 651.726.8240. —Ray Cummings