If you're looking for something fun to do every night this week with minimal moving around in between, pitching a tent on the St. Claude Avenue neutral ground isn't a bad place to start. Beginning tonight and running through Saturday, 86'd Productions is turning the 3000 block of the Bywater thoroughfare into its own adult playground. Here's a brief, completely noncomprehensive stream-of-consciousness guide to the 16-pack of quality bands punk proficient Matt is muscling in (show times around 10ish; tickets $5-$10ish):
Tuesday at the Saturn Bar
Yussuf Jerusalem druggy, chugging garage rock from France! But not just any old Pepé Le Pews: "The best garage rock band in France," says the aptly named Mass Hyperbole music blog. Adds the band: "Plaise à Dieu d'embellir ***** et ses fidèles en donnant longue vie à Yussuf Jerusalem, en les aidant par le tintement de son tambourin et ses lamentations, en les abritant dans l'ampleur de son ombre!" Oui.
Thomas Function exuberant, straight-ahead rock 'n' roll fronted by a pinched-nose Alabamian. Sophomore album In the Valley of the Sickness (released in April on Alive Records) is party tested, Daytrotter approved.
King Louie the King lives! Goner Records jester and Memphis/Harahan timesharer Louie Bankston gets a challenger to his cuckoo crown with Friday's visit by Goner lablemate King Khan, for whom he opens (presumably) as part of Missing Monuments at the Spellcaster Lodge. Louie's also a sometime wingman for local psych-rockers Bipolaroid, who play the Saturn on Saturday.
Thursday at the Saturn Bar
Lovvers British band was rocking the distorted guitars and double v's well before Wavves. Just as dingy and catchy, too.
An Albatross the squealing scourge of Wilkes-Barre, Penn. Decibel-busting blippety-bleeping. This is your Nintendo on drugs.
Dark Meat local noisemaker One Man Machine plays with loose (in every sense of the word) Athens, Ga., collective Dark Meat and tells me they're the spazziest dudes he knows. Coming from a spazzy dude like the One Man Machine, this is saying something.
Microshards New Orleans' finest arbiter of buzzing instrumental fuzz.
People & Folk Google doesn't like People & Folk.
Friday at the Spellcaster Lodge
King Khan & BBQ Show There hasnt been an artist/venue pairing this fantastically debauched since Bianca Jagger rode a white stallion into Studio 54. King Khan (pictured in thong) and BBQ former Spaceshits, current Shrines and Montreals fuzziest, scuzziest doo-wop duo in Quintrons aboveground 9th Ward basement is catnip for anyone who loves octopus-limbed noisemakers making hay in the oddest possible environs.
Those Darlins Murfreesboro, Tenn., cowgrrrls cut some bluegrass at One Eyed Jacks last month. The most-uttered, one-word review of that show: "vulgar."
Missing Monuments see: side projects, King Louie.
Sex Hex Gambit's virusware doesn't like Sex Hex.
Saturday at the Saturn Bar
Shapes Have Fangs the reverb pedal is the crack pipe of psychedelic garage rockers, and these hazy, harmonizing Austinites are '60s junkies of the first order.
Apache Dropout Bloomington, Ind., is a weird-music oasis in the Toby Keith-worshiping, red-state heartland. It's home to Secretly Canadian Records, John Wilkes Booze and these droning first-cousin rockers, who sound like they're playing their wobbly loops inside a giant tin-can silo.
Bipolaroid Ben Glover's 2003 debut Transparent Make-Believe was the most authentic Pink Floyd shrine ever to emerge from the muddy banks of the Mississippi. Employing a blurrier slur on the tripped-out 2008 follow-up E(i)ther Or, Glover was a piper at the gates of a different dawn: Syd Barrett's infamous freak-out.
Bellys the only thing we know for sure about Bellys is that it's not the pluralized rebirth of the '90s Boston outfit fronted by former Breeder Tanya Donelly. Or is it now?