The Hands (CD release)

Had Mick Jagger grown up in Seattle in the '90s instead of Great Britain in the '50s, the Hands is the band he would have fronted. (Had he grown up in North Carolina in the '90s, he'd have fronted Roman Candle.) In fact, when listening to the Hands' self-titled full-length debut, the follow-up to last year's EP, So Sweet, I'm not sure this isn't his side project. I'm also not sure there's a higher compliment I can pay this Olympia-birthed quintet. In a modern music landscape with more subgenres and sub-subgenres than there are salmon in the Chinook, simply identifying the Hands as "hard rock" will do just fine. Bonus points for the fact that two of the members once played in a band called Cougar Fucking Mountain. Pure fucking genius. With the Whore Moans and Earaches. Neumo's, 925 E. Pike St., 709-9467. 9 p.m. $8 adv.

Listen to a sample of The Hands' "Lies Lies Lies."