Feral Children, courtesy Anna Knowlden

Feral Children, Loving Thunder, Mountain High, Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive to Death, Comet Tavern, 9 p.m., $7

Feral Children:


Some Thursday Evening Show Suggestions


Feral Children, courtesy Anna Knowlden

Feral Children, Loving Thunder, Mountain High, Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive to Death, Comet Tavern, 9 p.m., $7

Feral Children: A hometown conglomeration of straight-up punk rock, '80s new wave and this generation's indie sensibilities. Mountain High: Philly punk rock. Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive to Death: A moody, psychedelic garage rock project which rose from the ashes of the Murder City Devils' dissolution. Good job, Mamma Casserole. You've done it again.

Gogol Bordello, Kal, Showbox SODO, 8 p.m., $25, all ages

The best of Eastern European music meets good old-fashioned UK punk rock, have lots of beers together and decide to be best friends. Don't you wish you'd had a band like this for your bar/bat mitzvah instead of some crappy DJ? Actually, never mind. I take it back about the bar mitzvahs-- this band is way too awesome to waste on a crowd of dumbshit Jonas Brothers-loving thirteen-year olds. Ew.

The Intelligence, Thee Oh Sees, Love Tan, Ty Segall, Sunset Tavern, 9 p.m., $8

Our illustrious columnist Hannah Levin on why this show's line-up kicks a lot of ass:

There are about nine zillion excellent shows in Rocktober, but having so many impressive underground acts on one bill just might be the best thing on the agenda, at least for music fans who like their art punk served straight from the garage or viewed through a kaleidoscope. Thee Oh Sees are a vital part of San Francisco's richly complex post-punk stew, swimming in psychedelic-flavored pop and garnished with enough fascinating racket to make you wonder if you've stumbled upon the soundtrack for a shootout between a plumbers' union and a disgruntled pack of math rockers. Thee Oh Sees frontman John Dwyer made a name for himself in beloved cult bands like Pink and Brown and the Coachwhips, the latter of which used to call Seattle home, so it's no surprise that they've teamed up with the local band the Intelligence to release a split 12" on the vinyl-centric label mt.st.mtn. As if all that isn't enough, the Lights' Craig Chambers will be holding down the opening slot with his new-ish side project, Love Tan (formerly known as Pyramids).

The Pica Beats CD release, Cock & Swan, the Curious Mystery, Chop Suey, 8 p.m., $7

Another Hardly Art band puts out an album! This blurb comes courtesy of Ma'chell Duma Lavassar:

Hearing a band which has seasoned a record with peculiar instrumentation can cause one of two reactions in rock 'n roll purists: 1) Immediate seizure of the opportunity to cite every musician that has ever employed a theremin, vibraphone, or kazoo since the beginning of recorded sound, or 2) exaggerated eye rolling coupled with exasperated sighs so overwrought you may fear them epileptic and not just snotty. Hardly Art's latest darlings the Pica Beats, fronted by musical mastermind Ryan Barrett, make swelling, pretty songs tinged with ironic sadness that will bring back the taste of your first serious heartbreak. Cultivating a sound so heavy on Scottish influences (i.e. Belle and Sebastian and Looper) you'd think they were all named Stuart, the PB's are somehow able to pull off the near impossible task of employing a sitar, strings and oboe without seeming self-indulgent, smarmy or the slightest bit wanky, making them the perfect band for eye rollers and fact quoters alike.

Stars, Showbox at the Market, 8 p.m., $20, all ages

Mike Seely on Stars, whose pretty pop songs make me feel warm and safe, too:

On their latest record, the EP Sad Robot, Montreal’s Stars have dropped most of their Anglophile pretensions and Smiths aspirations to craft a dreamy parachute for the downward slope of an Ecstasy trip. This is to say they basically let Amy Millan’s sultry monotone wash over the entire album, backed by spare electronic instrumentation. It’s hardly the group’s most ambitious effort, but ambition’s overrated. Those who’ve taken a trip up the narcotic elevator know how important—and underappreciated—a soft landing is (hence Beth Orton’s staying power). The soothing title track, coming in at just over two minutes, is sung entirely in French by Millan. I don’t know what it means, except that it makes me feel safe and warm.

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