A.A. Bondy, Fences, Widower at Tractor Tavern, 9:30 p.m., $8

Both Fences and Widower are good bands, which means you should come on time.


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A.A. Bondy, Fences, Widower at Tractor Tavern, 9:30 p.m., $8

Both Fences and Widower are good bands, which means you should come on time. However, here's Michael Alan Goldberg on headliner A.A. Bondy:

In a different lifetime, Auguste Arthur Bondy (under the name Scott Bondy) fronted Alabama's hard-rockin' Verbena, and of all the '90s Nirvana-bees, they might have been the best. Dave Grohl, who produced Verbena's 1999 album Into the Pink, once told CMJ magazine: "Dude, that guy is so fuckin' Kurt Cobain it's not even funny." Fortunately, Bondy didn't pull the plug on his life in the early '00s when Verbena disintegrated; instead, he unplugged the amps, changed his handle to A.A. Bondy, and completely reinvented himself as a brooding, acoustic-guitar-wielding indie-folk troubadour obsessed with God and the devil and Bob Dylan and neck-harmonicas. There's no shortage of those kinds of singer-songwriters in the world, but Bondy's go at it - as heard on his stark solo debut, American Hearts - comes off natural, intimate, affecting, and sincere. From the sound of things, he's finally settled into his true self. MAG

LoveLikeFire, Pica Beats, the Purrs, the Globes at Comet Tavern, 9 p.m., $6

There is something pleasantly familiar about San Fran popgazers LoveLikeFire's single "William." At first listen, I instantly thought: "Oh my God! The Yeah Yeah Yeahs just Asobi Seksued all over my Lush record!" Which in itself isn't a bad thing at all. Then I played the song about four more times. With each listen, I fell a little harder for teensy frontwoman Ann Yu's crazy big vocals, the song's heavy dose of warm guitar wash and its almost militant, ever-building rhythm section. LLF may not be reinventing female-fronted, pedal-heavy, melodic pop music, but their take on it is certainly well-executed. They're one of the most anticipated bands to play this year's SXSW, but you lucky Seattleites will get to see them first. MA'CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR

Lozen, Mad Rad, Spirit of Radio, Josh Rizeberg at Jewelbox/Rendezvous, 10:30 p.m.

The methodically grinding audio assault of Tacoma duo Lozen isn't going to be understood by everyone. If you like it singable, fast and hooky, they will pain your soul. These sexy sludge rock bitches are like a slightly more metal, Xanaxed version of the Sonic Youth Washing Machine philosophy, taking as long as they damn well please to play out their magical, trudgingly strung-out jams for the damned. On their debut, Enemies Against Power, the tracks wander, drop off, feed back and resurge in a driving display of musical prowess, without ever coming across as contrived or self-indulgent. That being said, if they were to harness all that raw power and take it into the studio with the right producer, allowing themselves to be slightly tweaked and crafted, they would not only speak to a larger audience, but could actually be commercially viable. Regardless, I can't wait to see what these ladies do next. MA'CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR

Jeff Lorber continues at Dimitriou's tonight and through Sunday night, though there's only a 7:30 p.m. show Sunday instead of the dueling 7:30 and 9:30 p.m. shows taking place this evening.


Thorstone, the project of See Me River's Tosten Larson, is having a CD release party at the Cha Cha tonight at 9 p.m., and the album in question is quite excellent. I strongly suggest checking it out.

Beard and Stache Fest with Elder Mason, Gozer, the Upperhand, the Stranger Gallery at High Dive, 7:30 p.m., $5

According to event organizer Amy Faulkner, the 100 bearded, mustachioed, and goateed gentlemen competing in the Beard & Stache Fest can mostly be divided into two groups: those participating in the contest to ensure their facial hair's longevity (despite protesting girlfriends and wives); and guys who go home to women who love every whisker. Make no mistake: Facial-hair disputes can be a burr in any relationship. But Faulkner--who claims neither a beard, nor the embrace of one at home--says that during this month's hirsute celebration (which concludes at tonight's awards), she's fielded more than a couple inquiries as to the romantic status of the contestants. Ladies take note that you can see and vote for all competitors online--it's like a very hairy version of Facebook, with most guys going by a nom de beard (e.g., Baron von Greezly). And if you see someone cute, chances are that he'll be at tonight's ceremonies. (Music included from Elder Mason, Gozer, the Upperhand, and the Stranger Gallery.) Does Faulkner think new relationships might be launched between the bearded and the beard-curious? "It could happen," she says. "You never know." Guys, here's hoping. CHRIS KORNELIS

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