THE BATTERED POST-GRUNGE OF NAOMI PUNK

(Vera) For a while, Naomi Punk were the Seattle band most likely to land an opening spot for Ty Segall. Their 2012 album The Feeling abounds with the sort of jagged, staccato garage-punk tunes that made Segall the infectious songwriting juggernaut that he is. Naomi Punk’s latest full-length, Television Man, sweetens the melodic content a mite, but they haven’t lost the lewd, angular thrust and coiled guitar causticity that made New York’s Captured Tracks sign ’em. Brooklyn’s Parquet Courts are one of the better buzz bands the media’s jammed down our craws over the last few years (yes, the highly relatable “Stoned and Starving” deserved every accolade hurled at it). On the band’s 2012 album Light Up Gold, Parquet Courts soaked up jittery and jangly traits from cult-rock favorites like the Feelies, the Fall, and Wire, and the new Sunbathing Animal is good, too. It’s full of those lean, clangorous guitar tones smart folks love, sprechstimme vocals less annoying than Craig Finn’s, and gripping dynamics that veer from mesmerizing to unpredictable. No-frills indie rock can still impress in 2014—shocka. DAVE SEGAL
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XIU XIU'S RELIABLY MANIC-DEPRESSIVE AVANT-POP

(Barboza) If I recall correctly, Xiu Xiu frontman Jamie Stewart once claimed in an interview that Tracy Chapman’s "Fast Car" was his favorite song of all time. Explaining the reasoning behind the choice, Stewart said something along the lines of "her situation goes from bad to worse and don't get any better." Though their most recent album, Angel Guts: Red Classroom, left me cold with its relentlessly bleak dungeon electro, Xiu Xiu remain the most thrilling miserablist band around, capable of taking life's downiest of downers and translating them into transcendent, terrifyingly well-executed pop. Their first single, "Suha," had this lovely sing-along chorus: "I hate my husband/I hate my children/I'm going to hang myself/When will I be going home?" Xiu Xiu are a goddamn treasure, a schizoid Smiths for our stimulus-overloaded manic-depressive state of affairs. With Circuit Des Yeux and Newaxeyes. KYLE FLECK
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BROWN SABBATH LATINIZE CLASSIC METAL HITS

(Neumos) The Brown Sabbath concept is solid: Put a Latinized spin on heavy-metal pioneers Black Sabbath’s songs. It’s an idea that seems like it should’ve been done in the ’70s, but, hey, now works, too, because Black Sabbath’s first four (or eight, if you’re not me) albums stand as classics. The base materials remain ripe and primed for reinterpretation. A large ensemble of mostly Hispanic players, Brownout place a strong emphasis on horns and hand percussion. Songs like “Iron Man,” “The Wizard,” “N.I.B.,” and “Hand of Doom” retain their most of their heaviness, but shit swings with enough sauciness to make Satan shake the hell out of his ass. For the version of the sublime, slow-creepin’ psych ballad “Planet Caravan,” though, Brownout have the good sense to play it pretty straight, only adding a shaker here and a Santana-like guitar solo there. The only bummer is the absence of “Supernaut.” DAVE SEGAL
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A NASHVILLE INVASION HITS THE TRACTOR TONIGHT

(Tractor) It’s an invasion! Both of tonight’s bands hail from Nashville, the Athens of the South. (They have a life-sized replica of the Parthenon there!) Those Darlins are boot-stompin’ rock and rollers, vibing on both garage and country. Songs like “Red Light Love” and “Snaggle Tooth Mama” give me some serious Wanda Jackson feelings and of course I like their version of the old folk song “Keep My Skillet Good and Greasy,” because I’m a fan of food-related double entendres. Diarrhea Planet are on the same rock-and-roll spectrum, but their brand of garagey, restless rock is a rollercoaster that turns and spins along with crashing drums, big guitar riffs, and simultaneously snarling and poppy vocals. Doesn’t Nashville sound good? To make tonight extra authentic, be sure your pre-show meal includes some hot chicken and Goo Goo Clusters. Mmmm… marshmallowy, chocolatey, caramely Goo Goo Clusters. MEGAN SELING
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THE HEAVY, STONED, SAD FEELZ OF LEATHERDADDY

Seattle four-piece Leatherdaddy's titanic metal-haze is big (post) rock at its best, and should stir excitement in those intrigued by math-ish rhythmic dexterity and/or massive stoner feelings. This bill's sad-dude vibes are also supported by two Wyoming hardcore bands—Stoic and Caged Bird Songs—and Bainbridge Island's promising noisy punks and purveyors of fine post-hardcore sludge Clank. Black Lodge, 9 pm. BRITTNIE FULLER

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