Tom Petty and more

Get bent: Electro wizards Beatrix*JAR



Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers

Target Center

While Petty and the Heartbreakers are the major selling point of this show, Steve Winwood has his own place in rock history. His work in bands including the Spencer Davis Group, Traffic, and Blind Faith, and his big-time light-rock output in the '80s, have made him a household name. Now, with a new album out, he's taking it on the road with the main man: Tom Petty. Petty doesn't always get the credit he deserves as a crafty tunesmith, but sometimes, after you've forgotten just how much you love his music, you can put on one of his records and remember why you fell for it: his to-the-point lyricism and raw, genuine human emotion. It's a big deal—there's something to be said for a rock legend that makes you all cozy-hearted just by the very sound of his warm drawl—and it all comes together tonight. 6:30 p.m. $55-$99.600 First Ave. N., Minneapolis, 612.673.0900. —Jen Paulson



Jenny Dalton

Bryant-Lake Bowl

There is something romantic about the very idea of Jenny Dalton: She writes poems about soul-searching, sings fluidly over a rolling piano, crafts songs about yearning for love, water, and air. There is a mystical element to Dalton's music that is almost more powerful than the songs themselves; it's as if the disc might not play properly without the accompaniment of some burning candles and a stick or two of incense. Dalton's new disc, Rusalka's Umbrella, plays off the water theme to create a swirling, entrancing concept album, which will be co-released with Dalton's first book, Daughters of the Dead Sea. The book is a collection of journal entries and poems, but despite the implied personal nature of such writings, her prose and verses remain as vague and mysterious as the lyrics of her songs. Who is Jenny Dalton, anyway? Is she more than just a concept girl? It's possible that she, too, is still figuring that out. Dalton will be joined this evening by former Cloud Cult members Dan Greenwood and Mara Stremm, folk singer Eliza Blue, and visual artist El Perdido. All Ages. $8/$10 at the door. 7 p.m. 810 W. Lake St., Minneapolis; 612.825.3737.

—Andrea Myers


7th St. Entry

People don't dance enough, wouldn't you say? What's wrong with us? We need a modern-day "Locomotion" or "Macarena," don't you think? And admit it, R.E.M's "Stand" dance was fun. Well, St. Paul force of nature Mayda is going to help bring dancing back to us stoic Minnesotans. I bet you. It may not be with the uniformity of the Mashed Potato or the cheesy charm of the Twist, but it's gonna happen. I imagine Mayda's funky R&B groove tunes will inspire something more along the lines of a cross between the Robot and the Shopping Cart; kind of a choppy, freestyle number. You'll have plenty of chances to perfect your style, as the little lady is playing several times around town in upcoming weeks. Let's get out there and prove our taciturn natures wrong, shall we? Get out there and dance, people. 18+. $6. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.338.8388. —Jessica Chapman




Triple Rock Social Club

Southern California's lo-fi indie band Earlimart suffer the consequences of what may be best described as "critic malaise." It's what happens to people who listen to too much music and start falling into "They sound too much like _____" talk. But don't let these tepid characterizations stop you from going to check Earlimart out, because even if they do sound like ELLIOT SMITH and THE PIXIES and SILVERSUN PICKUPS and even sometimes THE WHITE STRIPES, well, they have their own thing going on, too. For one, these peeps have staying power. The recently released Hymn and Her is their sixth album. This time around they are ever so slightly tamer than they have been in the past. Another thing is that, as a male/female duo, they have this are-they-a-couple-or-aren't-they air about them. Go spend some time speculating. With the Wars of 1812 and Western Fifth. 21+. $10/$12 at the door. 9 p.m. 629 Cedar Ave., Minneapolis; 612.333.7499. —Jessica Chapman



Mel Gibson and the Pants

Triple Rock Social Club

A little bit of this and some of that, Mel Gibson and the Pants is a band tangled in genres. Blips of some of your favorite local groups, from hip-hop, electronic, and rock genres, are audible in between the mash-ups, largely due to the fact that most of the Pants' members have connections to other TC bands like Digitata and Doomtree. With a name that inspires curious mental pictures, MG and the Pants' music turns your senses nearly as much, poking and prodding you with a million and a half electronic beats, all leap-frogging between live guitar, bass, drums, and keyboard. As much a mess as that could conjure, MG and the Pants know how to braid it all into a stellar package. Their latest release, Sea vs. Shining Sea, came out last year, and, fingers crossed, they'll have some surprise newbies for this summer. With Crescent Moon Is in Big Trouble, City on the Make. 21+. $5. 9 p.m. 629 Cedar Ave. S, Minneapolis; 612.333.7399. —Amber Schadewald


Kitty Cat Klub

As we move further along technologically, more and more people feel left out in the cold. People's iPods and cell phones may well turn on them one day and take over just like James Cameron predicted. Until then, though, we have Beatrix*JAR, who aim to take a bit of revenge before our televisions swallow us whole as we sleep. Mastering what they dub "circuit bending," they make music out of a slew of modified Speak & Spells. As far as we know, they still can't get them to say a swear, but with the help of a shitload of other equipment (a mixer, a keyboard, assorted A/V equipment, etc.) they put on quite a show. The Speak & Spells talk, sing, and laugh (a noise that is somehow more harrowing than amusing), and the beats resemble a stripped-down Daft Punk as Beatrix (Bianca Pettis) and JAR (Jacob Aaron Roske) push buttons, twist wires, play with your emotions, and generally seem like the embodiment of a hipster glee club as they implore the audience to dance, cheer them on, and trade coy glances at each other on their way to another victory. With the Histronic, Future Antiques. 9 p.m. 315 14th Ave. SE, Minneapolis, 612.331.9800. —Pat O'Brien



Muja Messiah

First Avenue

Muja Messiah is a genuine badass. After putting out his Mpls Massacre mixtape earlier this year with a long, impressive list of local guest stars tearing it apart alongside of him, it's time for the unleashing of his new full-length album, Thee Adventures of a B-Boy D-Boy. The album features the same brash, rough-around-more-than-just-the-edges persona, crossed with killer beats and rhymes that more than live up to the Muja hardcore stamp of approval. Hosted by hip-hop hero Brother Ali with I Self Devine, the bill is so chock-full of blindingly bright local talent from the likes of M.anifest, Maria Isa, and Black Blondie that this show is bound to shake the very foundations of the legendary First Avenue Mainroom on an otherwise sleepy Sunday night. Assemble the crew and get down there, because right now Muja Messiah stands on the precipice of hitting the scene harder than a fist to the face, and you know you wanna be there to experience it firsthand. With DJ Turtleneck. 18+. $8/$10 at the door. 8 p.m. 701 1st Ave. N, Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Jen Paulson



Rancid and MXPX


This tour pairing is either disheartening or inspiring, depending on where you're sitting: two third-wave vet-punk gangs straggling on long after their scene was finished with 'em. Mohawk-celebrating, politically aware Rancid arose in the early 1990s from the ashes of ska legends Operation Ivy and promptly became The Most Popular Epitaph Band That Wasn't the Offspring on the strength of crustily propulsive, gang-shouted singles like "Ruby Soho" and "Time Bomb." Meanwhile, pop-punkers MXPX—who a college pal once haughtily dismissed as "Christian punk"—bled emo before Hot Topic had a chance to colonize our great nation's indoor malls. Why either band still exists at this point is anyone's guess: nu-metal sunk Rancid's ship after ...And Out Came the Wolves blew up, and A&R suits have spent, like, a decade trying to figure out how to make MXPX quasi-famous with no success. Yet both Manic-Panic dinosaurs stagger on in a world where fake designer sunglasses are the new chain wallets and Good Charlotte figureheads are dating Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie. All ages. $19.99. 7 p.m. 3090 Southlawn Dr., Maplewood; 651.779.6984. —Ray Cummings

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