It’s one week into the New Year and thanks to those lofty resolutions you made, you probably feel like shit. Either the new diet is making cardboard seem like a savory option at this point, or your legs are ready to snap off from your newly-adapted masochistic exercise routine. What better way to break the resolutions or simply take a night off to temporarily regain your swagger than an evening with local outfit Elephant Rider (pictured courtesy of Danielle N. Gibeson)? Though the straightforward trio brands themselves somewhere in the lexicon of “blues” and “metal,” truly the only label needed to convey the seductively simple appeal of Elephant Rider is “rock-n-fucking-roll.” Let the stutter of their feedback ease your tired muscles; let the punk-like syncopation of the drums help you question why you ever thought you could live without tallboys.

Wed., Jan. 7, 9 p.m., 2009