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LAST WEEK’S PARTY 12.14 colossus aT DEc Raleigh’s Downtown Event Center is finally picking up some slack left by Kings: Friday, the sound was tolerable, the turnout was com- mendable and the lineup was good. A Kings-worthy crowd trickled in as Columbus, Ohio’s Slide Machine pounded out fantastic organ-driven psych fuzz like fellow 1970-philes Black Mountain and Comets on Fire. Wilmington’s Thunderlip killed its trade- mark axe-driven sass (sleaze?). And Colossus shredded triple- guitarmonies to clenched fists and raised bottles. It’s good to see the DEC stepping up its game a bit. —Rich Ivey Bronx rapper’s never shied from a sexy innuendo or a ribald rhyme. His skillful storytelling, crisp, musical delivery and comic sensibility contribute to golden age classics like “The Show” and “Children’s Story.” Tonight, he comes with help from Connie Price and The Keystones, Percee P and DJ Haul. RSVP for the free 9:30 p.m. show at www.scion.com/live- metro. —Chris Parker 12.22 GHosT To Falco @ NIGHTlIGHT Former N.C. native Eric Crespo is the one constant of Portland’s Ghost to Falco. That is, aside from his lyrical darkness, which he wraps in a parched sonic haze of feedback, textural guitar and percussion and penetrating synthesizer. Crespo’s dark-hearted songcraft pipes folkish simplicity through a sludge of angst, ultimately bludgeon- ing ears and breaking expectations. With Horseback and YES, PLEASE 12.23 JEFF cRaWFoRD/BIG FaT GaP @ caT’s cRaDlE One of the year’s most pleasant sur- prises, Something for Everyone—the hand- made, self-released debut LP from Roman Candle bassist Jeff Crawford—is a delight- ful collection of pop songs that smile and wink through autumnal sadness. Blending country warmth with an Abbey Road accessibility, Crawford makes the sort of pop music that feels fresh but familiar. He’ll open for Big Fat Gap, another shining example of what Rick Cornell calls The Echo: that is, the roots of North Carolina music sprouting everywhere and coming togeth- er in bands like this. Free/ 9:30 p.m. —Grayson Currin 12.20 slIcK RIcK @ caT’s cRaDlE The patch-wearing, big-pimping, London-by-way-of-the- EH, WHATEVER 12.22 WEEKEND EXcuRsIoN @ lINcolN THEaTRE Technically, there’s little wrong with Weekend Excursion’s sonic construct, which stretches from soothing James Taylor- textured ballads about love and adolescence to angst-injected, post-Hootie anthems. Their hooks are romantic and angled, and they do what they’re meant to do. But five years after their last record, Weekend Excursion clings to the pubescent melancholy with a grip that’s start- ing to get a little creepy. Weekend Excursion still sounds like it’s hoping to land a gig in a high school gym or a spot on the closing credits of Dawson’s Creek. Hell, Katie Holmes is married to Tom Cruise by now. How many reunions is this? Save your money and dust off those old yearbooks for a trip through memory lane or better yet, watch WB reruns. $10-$12/ 9 p.m. —Kathy Justice InTRoducIng ... 12.22 JEMIMa JaMEs @ local 506 The daughter of a New England folk singer, Jemima James grew up in a household of singing and playing. She started writing songs at the age of 13. At 27, she moved to Long View Farm Studios, the fabled rural Massachusetts outpost where the Rolling Stones would practice and acts like Aerosmith, Peter Wolf, Arlo Guthrie and Pat Metheny would record. James helped tend the farm and the studio and helped care for the mercurial talents that came to work there: She rode horses Song oF THE WEEK Like most everything the Trekky Records (12.19, CAT’S CRADLE) crew does, Trekky Yuletide Orchestra’s take on “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” comes bolstered by the enthusiasm of youth. The foiling stay-with-me male and but-I-can’t female vocals carry the cachet of a first crush. Download the song and read an interview with the vocalists at www.indyweek.com. with John Belushi (“Nice guy—not that funny on a diet,” she writes) and suffered Bill Wyman’s complaints about the farm’s English muffins. Her songwriting career led to several sessions at the farm, but—despite connections and a publishing deal—James never achieved the fame her solid songs like “Sensible Shoes” and “Precious Love” promised. James now calls Durham home, and she’s once again embraced the folk basis of her rock. $5/ 9 p.m. —Grayson Currin THE GUIDE TO THE WEEK’S CONCERTS hearing aid THE loNERs FROM: Raleigh, N.C. SINCE: 2001 CLAIM TO FAME: Reuniting as Kings bid goodbye The Loners are irrepressible rockers. The confident, knuckle-cracking snap of the downbeat betrays a rhythmic impertinence implicit in their garage blues strut. They circle around choruses with the satisfying chug of jet-fuel funny cars, the blustery pistons giving way to a greasy, barroom crackle. You won’t outflank these Raleigh rebels, who’ve been at it long enough to know better, and still don’t give two shits either way. They’ve got an ornery, dirty attitude reeking of the Seeds or Standells delivered with a straight-ahead jab to the solar plexus or a last-ditch knee to the jewels. They’re not proud, but they’re plenty loud. At SLIM’S at 10 p.m. with The Suburban Sweethearts. Tickets are $3. Hurry over from the Hideaway after The Accelerators set. THE accElERaToRs FROM: Raleigh, N.C. SINCE: 1982 CLAIM TO FAME: Don Dixon- produced ’80s labelmates of the Long Ryders Like the charm of a coquettish smile, a clever one-liner and a saucy dip of shoulders, the Accelerators’ roots rock come-on is designed for disarming finesse, not brute force. Gerald Duncan and his co-conspirators have carried on for a quarter-century, though they were most active during its first half, with three albums of catchy, jangle pop that was more Scruffy the Cat than Guadalcanal Diary. They beguile you with a sparkling hook, and reel you in with Duncan’s reedy, easy-going twang. If a bit of an artifact, they still sound spry thanks to an agility that renders their challengers flat-footed targets. At HIDEAWAY BBQ at 9:30 p.m. with Bradley. Tickets are $8. Catch this, then speed to Slim’s. —Chris Parker vs. saTuRDaY, DEc. 22 Secret Boyfriend. $5/ 10 p.m. —Kathy Justice 12.22 MIDToWN DIcKENs & MoRE @ local 506 This bill is as assorted as the hors d’oeuvre selec- tion at your Christmas party: Durham’s Midtown Dickens magnetizes with playful and personal acoustic ditties, while Language Arts throws back to hip-hop lore with positivity and potency. California’s Lindsay Cooper bellows slinking, sim- plified cabaret tunes with a dash of insolence. For more on Jemima James, see Introducing. $5/ 9 p.m. —Grayson Currin PHOTO BY TERESA PIGEON

Transcript of vs. - Indy Week · ful collection of pop songs that smile and wink through autumnal sadness....

LAST WEEK’S PARTY12.14 colossus aT DEc

Raleigh’s Downtown Event Center is finally picking up some slack left by Kings: Friday, the sound was tolerable, the turnout was com-mendable and the lineup was good. A Kings-worthy crowd trickled in as Columbus, Ohio’s Slide Machine pounded out fantastic organ-driven psych fuzz like fellow 1970-philes Black Mountain and Comets on Fire. Wilmington’s Thunderlip killed its trade-mark axe-driven sass (sleaze?). And Colossus shredded triple-guitarmonies to clenched fists and raised bottles. It’s good to see the DEC stepping up its game a bit. —Rich Ivey

Bronx rapper’s never shied from a sexy innuendo or a ribald rhyme. His skillful storytelling, crisp, musical delivery and comic sensibility contribute to golden age classics like “The Show” and “Children’s Story.” Tonight, he comes with help from Connie Price and The Keystones, Percee P and DJ Haul. RSVP for the free 9:30 p.m. show at www.scion.com/live-metro. —Chris Parker

12.22 GHosT To Falco @

NIGHTlIGHT

Former N.C. native Eric Crespo is the one constant of Portland’s Ghost to Falco. That is, aside from his lyrical darkness, which he wraps in a parched sonic haze of feedback, textural guitar and percussion and penetrating synthesizer. Crespo’s dark-hearted songcraft pipes folkish simplicity through a sludge of angst, ultimately bludgeon-ing ears and breaking expectations. With Horseback and

YES, PLEASE

12.23 JEFF cRaWFoRD/BIG FaT GaP

@ caT’s cRaDlEOne of the year’s most pleasant sur-prises, Something for Everyone—the hand-made, self-released debut LP from Roman Candle bassist Jeff Crawford—is a delight-ful collection of pop songs that smile and wink through autumnal sadness. Blending country warmth with an Abbey Road accessibility, Crawford makes the sort of pop music that feels fresh but familiar. He’ll open for Big Fat Gap, another shining example of what Rick Cornell calls The Echo: that is, the roots of North Carolina music sprouting everywhere and coming togeth-er in bands like this. Free/ 9:30 p.m. —Grayson Currin

12.20 slIcK RIcK @ caT’s cRaDlEThe patch-wearing, big-pimping, London-by-way-of-the-

EH, WHATEVER

12.22 WEEKEND

EXcuRsIoN @ lINcolN THEaTRE

Technically, there’s little wrong with Weekend Excursion’s sonic construct,

which stretches from soothing James Taylor-

textured ballads about love and adolescence to

angst-injected, post-Hootie anthems. Their hooks

are romantic and angled, and they do what they’re meant to do. But five years after their last record, Weekend Excursion clings to the pubescent melancholy with a grip that’s start-ing to get a little creepy. Weekend Excursion still sounds like it’s hoping to land a gig in a high school gym or a spot on the closing credits of Dawson’s Creek. Hell, Katie Holmes is married to Tom Cruise by now. How many

reunions is this? Save your money and dust off those old yearbooks for a trip through memory lane or better yet, watch WB reruns. $10-$12/ 9 p.m. —Kathy Justice

InTRoducIng . . . 12.22 JEMIMa JaMEs @ local 506

The daughter of a New England folk singer, Jemima James grew up in a household of singing and playing. She started

writing songs at the age of 13. At 27, she moved to Long View Farm Studios, the fabled rural Massachusetts outpost where

the Rolling Stones would practice and acts like Aerosmith, Peter Wolf, Arlo Guthrie and Pat Metheny would record. James

helped tend the farm and the studio and helped care for the mercurial talents that came to work there: She rode horses

Song oF THE WEEKLike most everything the Trekky Records (12.19, CAT’S CRADLE) crew does, Trekky Yuletide Orchestra’s take on “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” comes bolstered by the enthusiasm of youth. The foiling stay-with-me male and but-I-can’t female vocals carry the cachet of a first crush. Download the song and read an interview with the vocalists at www.indyweek.com.

with John Belushi (“Nice guy—not that funny on a diet,” she writes) and suffered Bill Wyman’s complaints about the farm’s English muffins. Her songwriting career led to several sessions at the farm, but—despite connections and a publishing deal—James never achieved the fame her solid songs like “Sensible Shoes” and “Precious Love” promised. James now calls Durham home, and she’s once again embraced the folk basis of her rock. $5/ 9 p.m. —Grayson Currin

Th E g u i D E To Th E w E E k ’ S C o n C E RT S

hearing aid

THE loNERs

FRoM: Raleigh, N.C.SinCE: 2001CLAiM To FAME: Reuniting as Kings bid goodbye

The Loners are irrepressible rockers. The confident, knuckle-cracking snap of the downbeat betrays a rhythmic

impertinence implicit in their garage blues strut. They circle around choruses with the satisfying chug of jet-fuel funny cars, the blustery pistons giving way to a greasy, barroom

crackle. You won’t outflank these Raleigh rebels, who’ve been at it long enough to know better, and still don’t give two shits either way. They’ve got an ornery, dirty attitude

reeking of the Seeds or Standells delivered with a straight-ahead jab to the solar plexus or a last-ditch knee to the jewels. They’re not proud, but they’re plenty loud.

At SLiM’S at 10 p.m. with The Suburban Sweethearts. Tickets are $3. Hurry over from the Hideaway after The Accelerators set.

THE accElERaToRs

FRoM: Raleigh, N.C.SinCE: 1982CLAiM To FAME: Don Dixon- produced ’80s labelmates of the Long Ryders

Like the charm of a coquettish smile, a clever one-liner and a saucy dip of shoulders, the Accelerators’ roots rock come-on is

designed for disarming finesse, not brute force. Gerald Duncan and his co-conspirators have carried on for a quarter-century, though they were most active during its first half, with three albums of catchy, jangle pop that was more Scruffy the Cat than Guadalcanal Diary. They beguile you with a sparkling hook, and reel you in with Duncan’s reedy, easy-going twang. If a bit of an artifact, they still sound spry thanks to an agility that renders their challengers flat-footed targets. At hiDEAwAY BBQ at 9:30 p.m. with Bradley. Tickets are $8. Catch this, then speed to Slim’s. —Chris Parker

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Secret Boyfriend. $5/ 10 p.m. —Kathy Justice

12.22 MIDToWN DIcKENs & MoRE

@ local 506This bill is as assorted as the hors d’oeuvre selec-tion at your Christmas party: Durham’s Midtown

Dickens magnetizes with playful and personal acoustic ditties, while Language Arts throws back to hip-hop lore with positivity and potency. California’s Lindsay Cooper bellows slinking, sim-plified cabaret tunes with a dash of insolence. For more on Jemima James, see Introducing. $5/ 9 p.m. —Grayson Currin

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