Make it Cold Cave and the Kills at the Showbox (duh). Obviously, I cannot say enough good things about Cold Cave: They're one of my favorite bands going right now, with one of my favorite albums of the year thus far, their new Cherish the Light Years. Live, they're madly charismatic in that aloof, almost-exuding-contempt-for-the-audience sort of way. Don't expect a lot of banter, is I guess what I'm saying. But do expect their sound to rap your ears off--even before the dialed-up loudness of their new album, their live shows (as at Neumos last year) have been great, noisy affairs, full of blistering distortion and synth trills like dentist drills.
And, you know, if the gothic new wave isn't your thing, a lot of people quite like the Kills' sexy, sultry blues rock. (I honestly haven't been much able to keep track of them since Keep on Your Mean Side, which is probably my loss--I recall a few songs from that album getting right under my skin in the best possible way.) But, hey, anybody remember Allison Mosshart's old Floridian pop-punk band Discount (and matching pop-punk haircut)? Because I sure do--I'm pretty sure I got this next song on a mixtape back in the day . . .
A friend of mine was joking that he ought to write a preview of this show where the premise was that he thought all the old bands featuring members of the Kills, Cold Cave, and Entrance Band were playing: Discount, American Nightmare/Give Up the Ghost/Some Girls, Prurient, Mika Miko, the Convocation Of . . . It would be a pretty epic show. But I still think you're better off with Cold Cave.