Amon Tobin
There is way too much going on tonight, but in addition to the SLU Block Party (details below), Dyme Def and Fresh Espresso


Live Music Roundup: Friday, August 7

Amon Tobin
There is way too much going on tonight, but in addition to the SLU Block Party (details below), Dyme Def and Fresh Espresso play the Mural Amphitheater(at the Seattle Center near the Pacific Science Center) at 6 p.m. tonight. It's free, and if you haven't been out there for one of the KEXP shows yet, they're really fun. We highly recommend you go and check it out. Then, later in the evening, there's all this stuff:

Screaming Females, Shellshag, Wildildlife, Loving Thunder at the Comet Tavern, 9 p.m., $6

A little-known trio hailing from the New Jersey town of New Brunswick, Screaming Females might not have been the obvious choice to tour with Jack White and Alison Mosshart's new supergroup the Dead Weather. And yet the band did just that, tearing up the turf and building some serious buzz in the process. While frontwoman Marissa Paternoster does the band's name plenty of justice, bassist Mike Rickenbacker and drummer Jarrett Doughtery aren't in fact females at all. No matter. The trio's swampy garage-punk is in fine form on Screaming Females' new third album, Power Move, on the New Brunswick indie label Don Giovanni. Guided by Paternoster's feral bark - and yes, that curdling scream - anthems like the album-opening "Bell" are shaggy triumphs of distortion and propulsion. As with Mosshart's regular gig with the Kills, Screaming Females' current tour is poised to make Paternoster a poster child for no-nonsense rock release. DOUG WALLEN

Cosmic Panther Land Band, Grand Hallway, Picoso, Benjamin Doerr at South Lake Union Block Party (101 Westlake Ave. N.). Party starts at noon, music starts at 4. Free, and all ages.

Not too much can be said yet about the Cosmic Panther Land Band, except that judging from their name, they don't take themselves too seriously. Essentially a pick-up band of players from the Moondoggies, Maldives, Pica Beats, Widower and Shim, CPLB formed in early 2009 and has played exactly one show so far. Jason Dodson (Maldives) and Kevin Murphy (Moondoggies) collaborate to write songs for the band. Sort of like the Maldives, the eight-person band operates based on the idea that more talented musicians, the better. Judging from their other affiliated groups, expect lots of vocal harmonies and the wall of countrified sound that the Maldives have cultivated over the years. ERIK NEUMANN

BOAT, the Nightgowns, the Special Places, Ron Hexagon at the Sunset Tavern, 9 p.m., $6

BOAT's third full-length album on Magic Marker Records (and its fourth total), Setting the Paces, comes out at the end of October, and if you're already a BOAT fan, it's time to get excited. Because like everything else BOAT's released so far, Setting the Paces is bright, buoyant and catchier than a baseball glove. But it's not just the pop melodies that commend BOAT, whose whimsical lyrics mask a profundity that's easy to miss on the first few spins. "(do the) Magic Centipede"'s charming refrain ("If you want to be a giant centipede, just clap your hands") comes sandwiched between lyrics about trying to get your childhood back (of course, it's not stated so obviously), but the cleverest aspect of the song is its appropriation of the guitar hook in the Clash's "Career Opportunities," a song about dashed dreams so appropriate to reference that it proves there's more to BOAT's songs than that gleaming, hard-candy surface. SARA BRICKNER

Nebula, the Entrance Band, Scott Kelly, A Storm of Light, Valis at Chop Suey, 8 p.m. $12 adv.

By my sophomore year of college, the crew I hung out with had pretty much exhausted the following records: Blue Cheer's OutsideInside, Black Sabbath's Vol. 4, Mudhoney's Superfuzz Bigmuff, The Stooges Fun House, and Kyuss' Sky Valley. There was nothing wrong with those records (matter of fact, there's still nothing wrong with them), but after so many nights spent listening to the same old, same old while chugging Coors Light and prescription codeine, we needed a new taste. That's when Nebula's 1999 album To The Center came to us. A power trio comprised of former Fun Manchu members, Nebula took pride in numbing eardrums with its fuzzy riffs, space rock meanderings, and blues choogling. Though their music tasted much like those latter-day stoner greats, it was new and that's all we cared about. Since then, they've barely strayed from that latter-day psych formula, as evidenced in the band's latest Heavy Psych. Like the blatant title suggests, Nebula does what it does and...well, if it ain't broke, why fix it? BRIAN J. BARR

Amon Tobin, Pitch Black, Dirty, Grym at Neumos, 8 p.m., $15

There's a Brazilian film called House of Sand, and it's about the immutability of the soul set in a barren and parched desert wasteland where the longing cries of its characters cannot be heard. Amon Tobin should've done the score. Since the late '90s, the Brazilian producer has created compositions that fuse dark, meandering electronic frequencies with walking-dead drums: jungle meets bossa-nova meets jazz meets techno. The rise and fall of the sound corresponds with the arching EKGs of the listener, making for a kind of full-immersion experience with only what's heard. Tobin's last album, Foley Room (titled after the area where sound recordings for films are made), saw the brooding artist in him in full evil bloom, as he incorporated found sounds in the world into his panoramic orchestrations. This is mood music for people who aren't in the mood. KEVIN CAPP

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