Lee "Scratch" Perry and more

Lee "Scratch" Perry, in all his septuagenarian lunatic glory



Ice Rod

7th St. Entry

There is an ongoing war between truth and fiction, and in an age that drinks so greedily from the wellspring of irony, the fighting is especially fierce. Is Ice Rod rap's daring revisionist or its straight-faced satirist? Is Ice Rod James Joyce with a mic or Borat in spandex? If these questions concern you at any point, even in passing, you likely don't have the temperament to survive tonight's show at the Entry. Ice Rod is hip hop's Dadaist savant, its impulsive eccentric, and his imagination can often run to the unnerving absurd. He is a tangle of paradoxes—at once the rake and the innocent, the fool and the sage, the stooge and the pundit—and he is a welcome spill of neon-green puff paint in a genre too often spoiled by monochromatic clichés. Advisable gear for the show? A tube top, a guide to modern art, and dance shoes. With Face Candy, Xtasy Sqodd!, and Pet.s. 18+. $6. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N, Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —David Hansen



Lee "Scratch" Perry

First Avenue

At the age of 76, Lee Perry's grip on reality seems to have finally and completely relinquished. But who needs reality anyway? It's a cumbersome thing for so intrepid and visionary an auteur to burden himself with. Deep within the reggae mastermind's septuagenarian lunacy lies the warped vision that shaped dub and inspired everyone from Bob Marley to Primal Scream. His latest LP, Repentance (his 54th studio release), is a pastiche of unions so unlikely they could only have been dreamed up by someone who is only half paying attention. Co-produced by Andrew W.K., the dancy and deeply digital club-dub offering features appearances by Moby, Lightning Bolt's Brian Chippendale, and porn star Sasha Grey. Why the schizophrenic recruitment policies? A listen doesn't make the answer immediately clear, but the Upsetter's music has never been about being immediate or clear. Perry may be crazy, but it's not Charles Manson. It's Brian Wilson. 18+. $17/$20 at the door. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N, Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —David Hansen

Crosby, Stills & Nash

Orpheum Theatre

The appeal of those Crosby, Stills & Nash harmonies is undeniable. The question is, does this same magic hold up after almost 40 years of this band's existence? Reports indicate yes—with their highly influential rock and a grouping directly related to their historic departures or oustings from their pre-CSN groups: David Crosby with the Byrds, Stephen Stills with Buffalo Springfield, and Graham Nash with the Hollies. Yes, it's true that the added magic of a Young onto that comma-laden combo has produced some great results as well, but love of that chilled-out sound that charmed its way through the late '60s and well into the '70s is enough to get people clamoring into the Xcel. And you can bet they'll be playing some of the classics off of the legendary Déjà Vu album without Neil Young. I'll be waiting for the strains of "Almost Cut My Hair" and will definitely be letting my freak flag fly. $64-$104.50. 8 p.m. 910 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612.339.7007. —Jen Paulson

Travis and Jonny

400 Bar

The words "folky" and "catchy" aren't often spoken in the same sentence (ones I use, at least), but it's true of Travis and Jonny—and it's not the only potentially confusing thing about them. Though there is a Travis and a Jonny, they are actually a five-piece and, while it's a folk band, their lyrics are (gasp!) about modern-day issues and not whiskey stills, tambourine men, and the like. It's folk music that does some soul-searching and exploration and doesn't just tell story after story of people who are hopelessly down on their luck or overcoming adversity with a perseverance of the spirit. It plays like folk music should in 2008: It's smart, addresses problems that have been around since the dawn of time with a keen, modern eye, and looks back in history for inspiration without giving anyone the sense that the band would rather be hopping a train with Arlo Guthrie somewhere in the Midwest with only their wits and a guitar. With Tuesdays Robot, Switzerlind, and Seymore Saves the World. 18+. $5. 9 p.m. 400 Cedar Ave. S, Minneapolis; 612.332.2903. —Pat O'Brien



St. John's Block Party

Church of St. John the Evangelist

St. John's Block Party is going to be just like last month's Rock the Garden: only with a Norteño band, and a funk band, and classic rock and world music. There will even be some black and brown people there. And kids! Zoinks! What Rock the Garden lacked in diversity, St. John's will make up for in spades. You go, Rochester. For the fifth year in a row the city's Catholics are bringing people together. The daylong, kid-friendly event features entirely local and regional acts. Headlined by Soul Asylum and the BoDeans, the lineup includes some of the usual suspects (Cloud Cult, Haley Bonar, the Alarmists) but also some of the less than usual, like Eden Prairie's Mision Norteña, African roots band SUNplug'd, Rochester funk artists KnuFunK, and Led Penny, which includes former Minnesota Congressman Tim Penny. Fancy that! Proceeds go to charity. All ages. $25. Noon. 11 Fourth Ave. SW, Rochester; 507.288.7372. —Jessica Chapman

First Communion Afterparty


7th St. Entry

With a sonic presence adoringly reminiscent of the Capitol Records vault, First Communion Afterparty have spent the last three years maturing from wunderkind devotees of all things vintage into an amorphous, multi-instrumental collective that belongs neither to the past nor to the present, but to some alternate chronology where Ian Curtis and John Cale furiously swap spit and Andy Warhol's camera never stops rolling. With only a limited vinyl release of live material to document their vision quest, FCAP have finally decided to sate their fans' appetites with a full-blown EP release, confoundingly titled Sorry for All the Mondays, and to Those Who Can't Sing. This is a band in which ideas are exchanged as freely as band members, and as with a 45 you discover at an estate sale, dropping the needle on an FCAP record is thrillingly akin to exploring a familiar room in brand new light. With Flavor Crystals. 18+. $6. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —David Hansen




Bryant-Lake Bowl

The first time I ever saw KaiserCartel was in the basement of a south Minneapolis coffee shop and it blew me away, as their charmingly understated personalities were in contrast to their passionate sound. The release of their new album, March Forth, released earlier in June, showcases Courtney Kaiser's delicately strong voice, reminiscent of Aimee Mann, beautiful and clear as a bell. She intertwines romantically with musical partner and boyfriend Benjamin Cartel's warm, enveloping voice with a sweet, barely noticeable Southern twang, the two voices lavished with xylophone and sweet flourishes of whistling and slightly poppy handclaps one moment while woeful and moody the next. This duo's approach might seem simplistic, but they have a seemingly effortless ability to produce lovely tunes. So hold on tight, three shows are taking over the Bryant-Lake Bowl this evening—a 3 p.m. kids' show, a 7:30 p.m. set with the Mad Ripple, and a 10 p.m. performance with that dreamy foursome Romantica. $10/$5 for kids. 810 W Lake St., Minneapolis; 612.825.3737. —Jen Paulson



Ringo Starr & His All-Starr Band

Mystic Lake Casino

The amiable charmer who put the beat in Beatles, Ringo not only was the invaluable timekeeper for the Fab Four, his personality immeasurably enriched the lads' irreverent magic. His post-Beatles solo career, while erratic, has included a string of nuggets that have been hardly earthshaking but entirely likeable, indicating an acute pop sense residing in his Liverpudlian heart. As on last winter's Liverpool 8 (Capitol), Ringo (who co-wrote all the tunes) does some reminiscing, reaffirms his belief in peace and love, and peppers the tracks with subtle Beatlesisms, all with the assistance of Eurhythmic Dave Stewart. Meanwhile, the 10th version of Ringo's All-Starr Band is out this summer, promising highlights from his solo years as well as the Beatles songs he sang, plus a nugget or two from each All-Starr. In truth, the band could be a bit more stellarr; it consists of artists with middling talent who still managed the odd hit or three. Returning All-Starrs include guitarist Billy Squier, Colin Hay from Men at Work, Hamish Stuart from the Average White Band, and Edgar Winter. New this year are former Spooky Tooth keyboardist Gary Wright, who had a solo hit with "Dream Weaver," and super session drummer Gregg Bissonette, who'll spell Ringo on the skins when he's singing lead. No matter what kind of friends Ringo's getting a little help from these days, this is a visit from a genuine Beatle, and you know you should be glad, yeah, yeah, yeah. $75-$89. 7:30 p.m. 2400 Mystic Lake Blvd., Prior Lake; 800.262.7799. —Rick Mason



Café Accordion Orchestra

Eagles Club

One sunny Saturday last October, my newly minted in-laws threw a Paris-themed party for my wife and me before we headed off on our honeymoon, and Café Accordion Orchestra's leader Dan "Daddy Squeeze" Newton provided the bistro music. Ladies and gentlemen, the man practically oozes Old World class and charm, and his sprightly and Gallic-tinged accordion numbers provided the perfect send-off to the City of Lights. But CAO's new release, Germaine, will just as effectively transport you to a little café on the West Bank. Instrumental musettes and hot-club numbers are the groundwork, but excursions into Latin cumbias and Brazilian mandolin music keep things varied and exotic. With the Euro continuing to rise against the dollar, this CD-release show is your most fiscally responsible option for traveling abroad. 8 p.m. 2507 E. 25th St., Minneapolis; 612.729.4469. —Steve McPherson

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