Ozric Tentacles (pictured), Voyager One at El Corazon, $17

If you're going to follow in the footsteps of Hawkwind and skip merrily down the hallucinogen-ated


Live Music Roundup: Saturday, May 30 and Sunday, May 31

Ozric Tentacles (pictured), Voyager One at El Corazon, $17

If you're going to follow in the footsteps of Hawkwind and skip merrily down the hallucinogen-ated astral pathways of psychedelic and space rock, then you'd damn well better be audacious about it. And what can possibly be more audacious than playing all-instrumental music to boot? Ozric Tentacles (whose members reportedly met at something called the Stonehenge Free Festival!) is now marking 25 years of going strong with exactly that approach. And, as the band's 30 albums prove, the Ozrics' glorious unabashed presence, not to mention strong British flavor, have contributed greatly to the band's enduring appeal. These days, the Ozrics find themselves coasting, thrusters still ablaze, in a kind of time-space fold, their sound somehow a complementary fit with jamtronica, space rockers, and neo-proggers alike. Interested parties can climb aboard the band's long, strange trip via new album-slash-transportational-device Yum Yum Tree. SABY REYES-KULKARNI

The Aggrolites, Georgetown Orbits at the Crocodile, 8 p.m., $13

Over the past seven years, the Aggrolites have established a reputation for being a bit retrograde. Though this has occasionally earned them some degree of critical scorn, the band wholeheartedly embraces their throwback aesthetic, choosing to act as if they are one of the original reggae/ska/funk acts to whom they so frequently draw comparison. Rather than using their influences as a jumping off point, they have chosen to become their influences. This sense of pure musical continuity is readily apparent on The Aggrolites IV, soon to be released on Hellcat Records. From the funk swagger of album opener "Firecracker" to the breezy reggae feel of the aptly titled "Reggae Summertime," the album veritably sweats classic reggae, ska, and soul. For those craving something a little different, the sweetheart-of-the-(reggae)-rodeo feel of "Brother Jacob" should fit the bill with its swinging shuffle and mournful saga of love, death, and vengeance. Though the Aggrolites may not be out to reinvent the wheel, the one they're turning sounds pretty damn sweet. NICHOLAS HALL


Jenny Lewis, the Sadies, Mimicking Birds at Showbox at the Market, 8 p.m., $22, all ages

Last fall, I watched Jenny Lewis and her backing band - which includes her boyfriend, singer/songwriter/guitarist Johnathan Rice -- put on a tremendous, impassioned performance in a theatre on the outskirts of Philadelphia that wasn't even half-full. The tickets weren't particularly expensive, the weather wasn't atrocious, the parking there isn't a nightmare. I thought to myself, "Why aren't there more people here? Are they mad because they think she's destroying Rilo Kiley with this solo career of hers? Are they sad that she ditched the Watson Twins? Are they tired of people hyping her up and insisting how 'hot' she is? Is she just the poor man's/woman's Neko Case?" And then I went home, thought about her amazing voice and the excellent show she just put on, listened to her then-new Acid Tongue and its stylin', captivating '70s Laurel Canyon country-pop, and came to the only conclusion possible for the lousy attendance: People can be really fucking stupid. Seattle, don't be stupid. Just go. You'll thank me. MICHAEL ALAN GOLDBERG

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