Holy shit, people. Good luck figuring out your plans for the evening.

Firstly, there's the John in the Morning at Night show at Neumos ,


Live Music Roundup: Friday, May 29

Holy shit, people. Good luck figuring out your plans for the evening.

Firstly, there's the John in the Morning at Night show at Neumos, which will feature Pela, U.S.E., Iran and Throw Me The Statue. It's $18 advance, and doors are at 8 p.m.

Chain and the Gang, Hive Dwellers, Wallpaper at the Vera Project, 7:30 p.m., $11, all ages

Chain and the Gang is the latest incarnation of musical brilliance from D.C. rabble-rouser Ian Svenonius -- part Prince, part Iggy, part Chomsky, part Andy Kaufman -- who's previously bestowed upon the world such deliciously caustic, sonically arresting bands as Nation of Ulysses, the Make-Up, and Scene Creamers/Weird War. Svenonius has been called "a Marxist version of Stephen Colbert" for the anti-authoritarian, anti-bourgeoisie, conspiracy theorist-style rhetoric and ideology he barks in songs and interviews -- and commits to print in such fascinating tomes as his recent essay collection, The Psychic Soviet -- that blurs the line between righteous indignation and pure satire/parody (like Kaufman, it's virtually impossible to tell when he's dead serious or pulling your leg). Whether or not his provocative socio-political stance makes you think "Yeh, yeh! Down with the Man!" or makes you want to punch Svenonius square in the face, there's simply no denying the power and entertainment of C&tG's blend of jailhouse blues, trash-punk, funk, and soul. MICHAEL ALAN GOLDBERG

DJ Dan at Heaven Nightclub, 9 p.m., $15

Contrary to our culture's high priests of taste and morality, the L.A. rave scene of the early '90s did more than produce kids swaddled in glowing necklaces gassed on designer drugs. Indeed, the reason why we still talk about that counter-cultural moment is the same reason why we still talk about, say, the punk scene of '70s New York: because of the music. One of those artists to emerge from Hollywood's all- night warehouse parties with all his major appendages was DJ Dan. Since then, he's gone on to remix for like A Tribe Called Quest, maintain a demanding roster of international gigs, and produce club anthems like "Loose Caboose." But to prove he still remembers his roots, DJ Dan has started The Future Retro Mixtape Series. The project is designed to digitize and distribute, via his various social-networking site pages, dance music classics dating back to his nights working the rave circuit infused with Dan's trademarked funky electro and breakbeat sound. It's a scholarly endeavor we should all cheer. Tonight, you'll have your chance. KEVIN CAPP

Friday Mile, Telegraph, Pickwick at High Dive, 9 p.m., $10

Friday Mile's "Lives of Strangers" is the sort of song that grows on you. The melodic track starts out a little sparse and slow, with only lead singer's Jace Krause's strummed guitar and vocals. About 30 seconds in, vocalist unexpectedly Hannah Williams joins in, harmonizing with Krause on a few choice words and lines. It's not until 30 seconds later that song begins to flesh out with drums, guitars, pianos, vocal harmonies, and an occasional trumpet. And much like "Lives of Strangers," it takes a few listens before Friday Mile makes musical sense. Maybe that's because the music is startling simple: There are no gimmicks with this band. Krause and William defy standard notions of what a male-female indie-rock pairing should sound like, eschewing the dance-y pop of Mates of State or the girl-in-the-background set-up of White Stripes for shared vocal duties. Their voices are best showcased on songs like "Curtain Call," where Williams is clear and on-pitch and the harmonies are center-stage. It's hard to stop listening to music that sounds so effortless. PAIGE RICHMOND

Cotton Jones, Lightning Dust at Triple Door, 10 p.m., $12

Seattle dwellers new to Michael Nau might find Maryland band Cotton Jones (pictured) to sound a little like the Dutchess and the Duke's East Coast-dwelling country cousin. Both bands rely on male-female duets -- in Cotton Jones, the voices belong to former Page France frontman Michael Nau and Whitney McGraw -- and like the Dutchess and the Duke, Cotton Jones masters that gritty '60s pop aesthetic. Paranoid Cocoon, Cotton Jones' Suicide Squeeze debut, is a summery piece of roots pleasantry that showcases Michael Nau's songwriting as well as his popular former folk band, Page France, once did -- if not better. Last year, Nau laid Page France to rest to focus on Cotton Jones full time, and what was once a side project effectively replaced Page France on Suicide Squeeze. But Page France fans shouldn't despair, because Cotton Jones doesn't deviate too far from the folk songwriting Nau's known for. And since this folk revival we're experiencing doesn't appear to be slowing down, there's plenty of time for Cotton Jones' music to worm its way into the hearts of all those West Coast hippies' children. SARA BRICKNER

Thee Emergency, Sugar Sugar Sugar, Strong Killings at the Funhouse, 9:30 p.m., $7

The non-musical highlight of last year's Capitol Hill Block Party has to be an incident I witnessed in the lovely posh-ness of the artist/VIP tent. One of the members of a band playing tonight sat amongst a who's who of the Seattle music community, oblivious to his surroundings or any camera phones that might be present, picking his nose with the gleeful, carefree abandon of a toddler. Not a discreet flick of an unsightly little itch, mind you, but a genuine pickathon, knuckle deep, that went on for a good thirty minutes. It was like a car accident or an episode of Rock of Love: insanely disgusting, even horrific...and yet, it was impossible to look away. Whether it was an act of coked out stupidity or the most punk rock, fuck-all-ya'll action ever taken, I've yet to determine, but it's etched on my memory for eternity. Anyway, boogers be damned, this show is a rocker! Go early for the up and coming brilliance of Bellingham garage/noise combo Sugar, Sugar, Sugar, who get my personal "pick" tonight. MA'CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR

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