Eleni Mandell (Photo courtesy Conqueroo)
War, what is it good for? Cindy Lee Berryhill, Saturday (Photo by Dina Douglass)
On a clear day, you can see the inside of your shades: ZZ Top.
Beautiful but deadly: Miss Derringer (Photo by Allen Scott)
Three cool cats: The Head Cat (Robert John Photography)
Thedivine comedy: Blowfly (Photo by Heidi Bluegirl)
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THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 8
Bill Kirchen at Safari Sam’s
When it comes to hip-hick, Sturm-und-Twang guitar heroes, Bill Kirchen’s name always rises to the top of the list. He initially damaged heads flying with Commander Cody’s Lost Planet Airmen over 30 years ago, notably resurrecting the souped-up postwar-era thriller “Hot Rod Lincoln,” a frantic, fret-fracturing exercise that provided Kirchen with a permanent honky-tonk calling card. He has done anything but squander that cachet, maintaining both a steady flow of increasingly stinging work and an ever-rising profile among the rabid cult of six-string fanatics. He strikes tonight with a mitt full of tunes from his sharp new (and most aptly titled) album, Hammer of the Honky-Tonk Gods album. Kirchen’s amiable modus operandi — drastically relaxed, expressive vocals and a guitar that stalks the wildest back alleys of country and rock & roll — should manifest ample evidence supporting the Kirchen mystique. (Jonny Whiteside)
{mosimage}Eleni Mandellat the Echo
Eleni Mandell’s sixth album, Miracle of Five, begins not with a bang but with a sultry come-on titled “Moonglow, Lamp Low.” The snare beat and languorous sax that set the tone tell us that the singer — make that chanteuse — is in a “Blue Velvet” kind of mood and ready for her David Lynch close-up. The 12 songs are all pretty, dreamy and unsettling, featuring an array of superb guest musicians including Nels Cline and DJ Bonebrake. There’s the psycho waltz of “Girls” (“I am the dice you roll in the alley/I am the pennies that come in handy”) and the hill-Billie Holiday swoon of “Miss Me,” that latter of which could actually break your heart. Slow dancing will ensue. (Libby Molyneaux)
Also playing Thursday:
TONY BENNETT at House of Blues; VOLUMEN CERO, LOS SUPER ELEGANTES at the Knitting Factory; NINJA ACADEMY at Mr. T’s Bowl; JUCIFER, SASQUATCH at the Scene; VISIONARIES at the Viper Room.
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 9
{mosimage}Sparklehorse, Jesse Sykes & the Sweet Hereafter at Henry Fonda Theater
Sparklehorse is Mark Linkous, but he gets by with a little help from his heavy friends on his ambitious sprawl of an album, Dreamt for Light Years in the Belly of a Mountain. Guest pianist Tom Waits and Dambuilders violinist Joan Wasser paint the wide-open spaces of “Morning Hollow” with subdued, funereal shadows, while Gnarls Barkley’s Danger Mouse and Flaming Lips drummer Steven Drozd take Linkous for a spin around the galaxy on the Beatles psychedelia of “Don’t Take My Sunshine Away.” The album works best when there’s more sparkle and less songs that sound like they were recorded on horse; all the glittery Christmas lights and electronic embellishments can’t salvage some of the ponderously long, sleepier ballads, and the stiff tracks where the multitalented Linkous plays all the instruments do miss Drozd’s heft and swing. Seattle’s Jesse Sykes & the Sweet Hereafter specialize in taking the slow road on their just-released Barsuk CD, Like, Love, Lust & the Open Halls of the Soul. Sykes intones with a soulfully mellow intimacy on the pastoral stillness of “Eisenhower Moon” and “Spectral Beings” as partner Phil Wandscher lights the hearth with embers of glowing guitar. (Falling James)
Miho Hatori, Los Abandoned at the Troubadour
Los Abandoned are simply one of L.A.’s most exciting new bands. Lady P. comes off like a hipper Debbie Harry on “Panic-Oh!” and slyly name-drops Drew Barrymore on the obsessed-fan anthem “Stalk U,” from last year’s Mix TapeCD, as partner Don Verde cranks up a variety of sunny musical settings that range from Oingo Boingo/Devo–ish new-wave bounciness to punk-rocking fuzz. And don’t let her smart-&-sassy bilingual lyrics on “Van Nuys (Es Very Nice)” and “Conquistarte Bien” fool you into thinking that Los Abandoned are just an ephemeral and silly pop band; the jangly acoustic closer, “State of Affairs,” is a sweetly rueful Valentine and calling card to the world. Headliner Miho Hatori moves away from the cartoonish cutesiness of her old band Cibo Matto into dreamier electronic-pop settings on her new solo album, Ecydysis (Rykodisc). “Today’s like the rainy season of my thoughts,” she coos over the mellow keyboard chimes of the ethereal “Today Is Like That,” while subtle traces of harmonica and accordion are woven into the electronic folds of “Barracuda.” It’s all quite charming without being too precious. (Falling James)
Also playing Friday:
THE DICKIES at the Galaxy Theatre; NORAH JONES at Amoeba Music, 6 p.m.; KRS-ONE at Blue Cafe; JOEY ALTRUDA, COATI MUNDI, PLEASANT GEHMAN, MR. UNCERTAIN at the Bordello; THAILAND, RADARS TO THE SKY at El Cid; ERIN McKEOWN at the Hotel Café; JUCIFER at the Mint; XU XU FANG at Tangier; PAT TODD & THE RANK OUTSIDERS at Studio Suite.
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 10
Mirah, Anna Oxygen at the Troubadour
You know those girls who are totally sweet and sort of befuddled, pushing their glasses up their nose and poking holes in their tights, but manage to bag wicked-hot lovers and get straight A’s without trying? This is Mirah. She’s a strong songwriter who seems to have cutely stumbled into the kind of collaborations (most notably, with Phil Elverum of Mount Eerie) that most solo guitar-slinging outfits couldn’t roll with. Every Mirah record is a treasure chest of gloriously breathy sing-alongs about hurt feelings and doing it. A cozily wholesome, Jewish-sexpot kind of lesbian, Mirah is destined to make this show a tea-and-cookies-style love-in. Opening is Kill Rock Stars’ Jazzercise queen Anna Oxygen, who applies a Lycra-pants performance shtick to her Kraftwerk-oriented techno beats and regular calls for the audience to get in on the action. (Kate Carraway)
Songs of Protest with Cindy Lee Berryhill at Largo
To paraphrase the late Molly Ivins, we must sing about this war until we find some way to end it. Cindy Lee Berryhill and friends gather tonight to counter the horror with beauty and dissent. Berryhill’s forthcoming album, Beloved Stranger, is her finest in years, a poignant honky-tonk lament to the devastation wrought by a rich man’s power grab fought by the less privileged. Most of the evening’s artists are featured on Neil Young’s “Living With War Today” Web site (www.neilyoung.com/lwwtoday/index.html), one of the countless efforts to ratchet up the critical democratic mass against the slaughter. These singers and their songs personalize the dehumanizing and insane surges ordered by the tyrants in Washington. The sum total empowers our community and demands that decisions affecting our destiny be returned to we the people. As Ivins said, “We are the deciders.” With John Doe, Rev. Madison Shockley, Josh Hisle, Jenny Yates, John Hughes, Gale Mead and special guests. (Michael Simmons)
The Roots, Lupe Fiasco, Jill Scott, Akon at Gibson Amphitheatre
Last year’s Def Jam debut by the Roots hardly vindicated hip-hop snobs convinced that reporting to label prez Jay-Z would cause the Philly-based outfit to go bling. If anything, Game Theory — with its Radiohead sample and extended free-rap tribute to the late J Dilla — revealed how useful major-label lucre is for funding in-studio experimentation. Still, as their live work with Hova, Eminem and others suggests, what distinguishes the Roots from many of their reactionary peers is that they don’t fear the mainstream or its pleasures. To drummer and de facto front man ?uestlove, a dope beat is where you find it. Tonight’s pre-Grammys bash should underscore that point: ?uest and his bandmates will perform their own material, but they’ll also back up neo-soul songbird Jill Scott, skate-rap young’un Lupe Fiasco and Akon, the Senegalese singer-rapper whose sharp tune sense is matched by an unfortunate taste for caveman sex. (Mikael Wood)
Go fish: The Roots, Saturday.
Sarah Shannon at Spaceland
It turns out the ex–lead singer of Velocity Girl is a big musical dork — and that’s just swell.
Sarah Shannon’s abandoned the “indie-rock darling” rep and is now feedback-free, singing like she’s auditioning for a revival of
South Pacific. She writes on her
MySpace profile, “I’m still interested in old-school pop-songwriting —
Carole King,
Carly Simon, Burt B., Smokey R.,
Randy Newman.” And as for her crush on
Rufus Wainwright, she says, “I have listened to Poses so many times that I imagine big Broadway production numbers with each of the songs — set, costumes, choreography, I’m not kidding.” On
City Morning Song, her second solo effort, she
Nellie McKays it up on peppy tunes that are beguilingly simple, with copious amounts of that oh-so-fresh feeling. (Libby Molyneaux)
Also playing Saturday:
GROOVIE GHOULIES, FABULOUS DISASTER, THE DOLLYROTS at Alex’s Bar;
LOUIE CRUZ BELTRAN at Boardner’s;
JOEY ALTRUDA’S CRUCIAL RIDDIMSat the Bordello;
THE MENTORSat the
Knitting Factory;
CHRIS HILLMAN & HERB PEDERSENat McCabe’s;
LOFTY CANAANITES at
Mr. T’s Bowl;
THE ETTESat
the Scene;
CHIP KINMAN, I SEE HAWKS IN L.A., KINGSIZEMAYBEat Taix;
DEEP EYNDEat Roberto’s;
JAMES INTVELD at the Fret House.
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 11
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ZZ Top at
House of Blues
It’s fitting that ZZ Top’s Web site is crude and shamelessly out of date. They’ve earned the right to coast. Why change with the times when you’ve given the world such Southern-rock staples as “Legs,” “Tush,” “Tube Snake Boogie” and “Cheap Sunglasses”? These guys are the originators of the get-a-look-and-stay-with-it-philosophy. Take several years from touring and recording? No problem! We’ll wait. Dusty Hill,
Frank Beard and
Billy Gibbons, the latter two with their Cousin It–inspired facial tumbleweeds, are touring with no new product to plug — just their poop-kicking songs. Miraculously, it’s the same lineup since they began in 1969, when they proudly named themselves for competing brands of rolling papers and haven’t looked back since. (Libby Molyneaux)
Smiths Nightat
Part Time Punks at the Echo
Every day is like Sunday at the Echo’s weekly soiree
Part Time Punks, and tonight, just a week after His Mopiness passed through town, several local bands take on the
Morrissey myth, legend and catalog. (Adding to the meatless allure and sense of Anglophile authenticity, British impresario and
Creation Records founder
Alan McGee is scheduled to play DJ.) The Moon Upstairs, who are heavily influenced by
Pink Floyd and
George Harrison, should put a classic-rock spin to Smiths classics with their spectral, slowly unwinding, hazy-spacy embellishments. The Sniks, meanwhile, are a one-night-only supergroup with members of the Sharp Ease and Longstocking doing Smiths covers with a femme-pop twist. Sharp Ease originals like “LA Mist” and “Peoplewich” blend
Paloma Parfrey’s yearning vocals with
Aaron Friscia’s post-punk, Cure-style guitars, so it might be fascinating to see how they combine with Longstocking’s lovely riot-grrl pop harmonies in reinventing Morrissey tunes. And catch the Sharp Ease playing their own songs when they open at the Troubadour on Saturday. (Falling James)
Also playing Sunday:
INCUBUS, ALBERT HAMMOND JR. at the Wiltern;
D.I., TIPPER’S GORE at the
Knitting Factory;
DAVE SHIELDS, ROVER’S PINKYat
Mr. T’s Bowl;
JULIE CHRISTENSEN at Frank Pictures.
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 12
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Miss Derringer, Munly & the Lee Lewis Harlots at
Safari Sam’s
When artist
Liz McGrath sang with the old L.A. punk band Tongue, rants like “Do You Me” — a wondrous avalanche of febrile noise and chaos — exploded garishly all over the place, leaving bits of bloody wreckage that evoked the bizarre, horrifically beautiful sculptures that she exhibits at galleries like
La Luz de Jesus. And yet her latest band, Miss Derringer, doesn’t sound anything like the anarchic cacophony of Tongue. On Miss D’s new CD,
Lullabies, McGrath pulls in her claws for a subtler approach, with rootsy guitars veiling her countrified, melodic vocals on a shimmering, restrained version of
Nick Cave’s “People Ain’t No Good.” In the past she’s worked with supreme sidemen like former Avenger/
Chris Isaak guitarist
Jimmy Wilsey, and on the new album Blondie traps man
Clem Burke sets down the rhythmic law on such gauzy originals as “Death Car Ride.” Miss Derringer are nicely paired with Denver’s Munly & the Lee Lewis Harlots, whose gothic funeral marches are slivered with
Rebecca Vera’s cello and
Frieda Stalheim’s and
Elin Palmer’s smoky violins, contrasting Munly’s ticking acoustic guitar and languorous low-baritone croaking. (Falling James)
Also playing Monday:
INCUBUS, ALBERT HAMMOND JR. at the Wiltern;
SIMON DAWES, ABE LINCOLN STORY at the Echo;
WADDY WACHTEL at the Joint;
ERNIE HALTER, CURTIS PEOPLESat the
Knitting Factory;
DIVISION DAY, GREAT NORTHERN, PETER WALKER at Spaceland;
RED HEARTS, ROLLING BLACKOUTS at the
Viper Room;
THE BINGES at King King.
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 13
Playing Tuesday:
INCUBUS, ALBERT HAMMOND JR. at the Wiltern;
TENACIOUS D at
Arlington Theater;
PATTY GRIFFIN at the Hotel Café.
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 14
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The Head Cat at the
Knitting Factory
Motorhead’s
Lemmy Kilmister looks like he could convincingly portray a surly biker thug or perhaps an ax murderer in a slasher flick, but when he reaches for some of the higher notes on the Head Cat’s new CD,
Fool’s Paradise, he occasionally makes himself as vulnerable as a newborn kitten stuck in a tree. On paper, this rockabilly project with Lonesome Spurs guitarist
Danny B. Harvey and Stray Cats drummer
Slim Jim Phantom shouldn’t work: Instead of being powered by Motorhead’s trademark throttling crush, here Lemmy’s strumming an acoustic guitar (!) and singing tunes by
Buddy Holly & the Crickets whose melodies gave even the Beatles trouble. He growls and hiccups his way through “Peggy Sue Got Married” — this from the man who once crooned “Orgasmatron” — while the feathery pop of “Take Your Time” is as close as he’ll ever get to sounding like Herman’s Hermits. It all works, though, thanks to Harvey’s percolating riffs and Phantom’s straight-ahead drive. With his rough, weather-beaten voice, Lemmy has the rich, burnished delivery of an ageless blues man on jumping versions of “Not Fade Away” and
Carl Perkins’ “Matchbox.” This ol’ rocker’s one pretty cool cat. (Falling James)
Albert Hammond Jr. at the Troubadour
It’s like
the Strokes with a double shot of sugar on top when their mop-topped six-string-slinger Albert Hammond Jr. kicks it on the solo tip. Familiar are his clear-eyed and thematic guitar lines intertwined with rhythmic and jangle-heavy riffing, but his eager, optimistic vocal style and hopeful lyricism are a far cry from
Julian Casablanca’s world-weary mutterings. Junior’s solo LP,
Yours to Keep, is a giddy collection of feel-good power-pop rock that strikes a charming balance between
Is This It?and
Get the Knack. Taking a night off from wooing the alterna-teen set by opening for Incubus on their current tour, Hammond hits L.A. right in the heart with this Valentine’s night one-off for hipsters in love (or those who at least still believe in it). Now c’mon and get happy! (
Scott T. Sterling)
Also playing Wednesday:
TEENA MARIE at Grove of
Anaheim;
COMMON at
House of Blues;
BETTY DYLAN at Molly Malone’s;
BODIES OF WATER at
the Scene;
MV & EE, CHARALAMBIDES at the Smell.
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 15
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Blowfly at
Alex’s Bar
To simply call foul-mouthed genius-showman Blowfly “the original dirty rapper,” as he is so frequently touted, is a grave disservice. Blowfly is much, much more: He’s a superhero, the high-flying emperor of his own self-defined “weird world,” a poster child for the illimitable beauties of the First Amendment and a scourge to straight-laced squares everywhere. An underworld arbiter of all things off-color, he’s been muddying the waters for the better part of four decades and, as his latest release,
Punk Rock Party, makes quite motherfuckin’ clear, he just gets better. Blowfly’s rapid-fire, high-caliber exercises in outrage are not only some of the most hilarious song send-ups you’ll ever hear, they’re also a testament to the man’s near-supernatural energies. Expect eye-popping wardrobe, incendiary on-the-spot improv, and a skull-denting tour through his untamed catalog of insane orations and filth-infected song stylings. (Jonny Whiteside)
Also playing Thursday:
MOODY BLUES at
Pasadena Civic Auditorium;
FISHTANK ENSEMBLE at the Bordello;
JOSH HADEN, MINOR CANON, CHAPIN SISTERS at the Echo;
LOS AMIGOS INVISIBLES at
House of Blues;
SMITHEREENS, EJECT at the Key Club;
GIL BERNAL QUARTET at Lighthouse Cafe;
IMA ROBOT at the Roxy;
CAMPER VAN BEETHOVEN, CRACKERat
Safari Sam’s;
MIKE STINSON, CAT HAIR ENSEMBLE at Silverlake Lounge.