Chris Brecht, an excellent country songwriter from Austin who sounds like a dead ringer for Dylan, and about whom I should have written something in last week’s issue, plays the Sunset Tavern tonight with Ryan Purcell and the Legendary Oaks. That starts at 9 p.m. and costs $6. Vienna Teng (pictured), Paper Raincoat at Triple Door, 6:30 p.m. (all ages) and 9:30 p.m., $25By now, it’s well documented that pianist/singer/songwriter Vienna Teng landed on Letterman and NPR just a few months after quitting her software engineer job. Since then, Teng has made good on the fairy-tale start to her career by building up a rabid following that has, of course, grown at a steady rate that hasn’t thrust her headlong into fame. Teng openly draws from the confessional, introspective style of Sarah MacLaughlin and Tori Amos, but also favors the outright-pop songwriting of, say, Billy Joel. She also prefers to apply her classical training to the music discreetly, so that the casual listener can focus on the hooks, while more focused listeners can glean its sophistication over time. On her fourth album, the just-released Inland Territory, Teng and bandmate/co-producer Alex Wong veer away from the jazz production style of previous album Dreaming Through The Noise for a more abstract, experimental pop sound. Naturally, Inland sees Teng gazing inward as usual, but also asking unsettling — and rather compelling — questions about the world around us. SABY REYES-KULKARNIFLY at Dimitriou’s Jazz Alley, tonight and tomorrow, 7:30 p.m., $21.50, all agesSaxophonist Mark Turner has always been a little noodly and diffident for my taste. But with this trio he’s found his element. The bassist Larry Grenadier and drummer Jeff Ballard, with whom Turner has played in various other bands, combine here to provide just the right level of structure and loose groove, giving Turner the terrain that shows him to best advantage. From the great trios of Sonny Rollins and Bill Evans up to today, the three-person unit has always been the place for jazz to explore the push-me-pull-you between players, the elastics of form and freedom. And this group is showing a new modern means of laying in the cut. Given how tightly the Jazz Alley schedule tends to hew toward tried-and-true names, any sign of more adventurous booking is to be celebrated and supported. And while this trio of youngish New York players isn’t exactly avant-garde, they’re definitely chasing something more interesting and elusive than another night of songbook standards. MARK FEFEREddie And The Hot Rods, The Hollowpoints, Creem City, Primadonna (members of Foxboro Hot Tubs) at El Corazon, 7 p.m., $14Remember Ryan Adams getting all persnickety about dudes coming to his shows and yelling ‘Summer of ’69’? Though it may have been done to get a rise out of his famously bratty ass, I have to believe its first occurrence was accidental. Some confused middle-ager showed up by mistake and genuinely thought he was seeing Bryan Adams. I bring this up because I imagine it also happens routinely here in the States to Eddie and the Hot Rods. First, they have the misfortune of becoming famous in one of the least notable Era’s in British music, the mid-seventies wasteland between Glam and Punk and are known more for their ex-members various post-band projects. (A couple of little bands called the Damned and Stiff Little Fingers). Secondly, they are outfamed in America by Eddie and the Cruisers, (a faux band from a bland ’80 pic staring a bunch of old folks playing teenagers), most remembered for its John Cafferty and the Beaver Brown Band soundtrack, and dooming these blokes to hear “Play ‘On the Dark Side’!” nightly. MA’CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR