Pierre & Mitch are the sons & Lisa is the daughter of late Jazz greats too. see Chambers, Herbert & Ellis, this weekend.
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MASONIC LODGE IN HOLLYWOOD FOREVER CEMETERY
Charismatic carrot-top Patrick Wolf is at the very least a triple threat: a songwriting chronicler par excellence of youthful dreams/desires/disasters, a cleverly adept violinist and baritone ukelele-ist, and a boldly adventurous musical arranger capable of astonishingly lush tapestries of sound. But it's the charisma that makes all that matter, and while that's best witnessed live onstage, it can be heard to thrilling effect on Wolf's Lupercalia, out in America next month. Lupercalia is another ambitiously orchestrated meisterwerk that finds our plucky lad in heartbreaking form, sing-pleading, cajoling and crowing in spine-tingling splendor. Also Wed. —John Payne
Metalcore is reaching a sterile second stage where believers seem to be ordering "build-a-band" kits: the reverse–wind tunnel hairdos, droopy V-necks and chest tats; and alternating screeching/sensitive vocals framed by ominous in 'n' out guitars and busy, clicky beats. North Hills' Lions!Tigers!Bears! certainly check off some of the above but find considerable sense of self within the template. The drums are freethinking and hardcore-leaning; keys and samples sprinkle between borderline militaristic guitars; and Josh Wallace — while down with the genre playbook — has the shaggy makings of a hoodie messiah. L!T!B!'s tunes are sufficiently singable to be ADHD anthems for the abbreviation generation. When "metalcore" is a dirty word (like, next year), Lions!Tigers!Bears! will still be standing — and doubtless sounding rather different. —Paul Rogers
My Satellite can be dreamy and detached, epic and escapist, yet there's heart and humanity at the core of their complex recordings. MS are techie for sure (Bryan Stage works in L.A. Weekly's IT department, after all), but, as recent full-band acoustic performances have admirably demonstrated, all the gizmos and gigabytes are but servants of actual songs and visceral voices. Evoking a more Earth-bound Björk, My Satellite is at once a sonic cocoon for urban commuters and a euphoric, kaleidoscopic companion to canyon wanderings. Nuanced in his sincerity, Stage sends warm, timeless transmissions via sometimes chilly, utterly contemporary mediums. —Paul Rogers
Fleet Foxes, the Walkmen
It's easy to get lost within the thicket of enchanted melodies, choirboy harmonies and beatific yarns from this CSNY-ish Pacific Northwest indie-folk outfit (never more so than on their lilting, melody-driven second effort, Helplessness Blues) and believe frontman Robin Pecknold was given a power of supine storytelling from on high. But the self-admitted shy boy is simply an anxiety-driven perfectionist: He struggled to complete his band's newest, still seemingly effortless collection of canorous charms, scrapping it more than once, and even thought of trashing it altogether. This tale of hardship makes Helplessness all the more remarkable. While it's a laugh to still insist divine art and struggle are codependent, Pecknold makes you wonder. The Foxes are joined by echo-laden, post-punk New Yorkers the Walkmen. —Dan Hyman
CRACKER, CAMPER VAN BEETHOVEN at the Satellite; HORRIBLE CROWES at Troubadour; SUN ARAW, RTX, HEAVY CREAM at Freak City; THE MOONDOGGIES at the Echo; PANGEA, AUDACITY, MIKAL CRONIN at the Smell; ADAM SCHROEDER at Seven Grand; CAROL CHAIKIN QUARTET at Vibrato; BRIAN BLADE FELLOWSHIP BAND at Colburn School Zipper Hall; HELEN SUNG TRIO at Vitello's; THE JOY FORMIDABLE at El Rey Theatre; 2CELLOS at Largo.
In the ursine world of music, Teddybears are simultaneously weirder and cuddlier than, say, Grizzly Bear, Panda Bear or Minus the Bear. It doesn't hurt that the Swedish group loves to wear teddy-bear masks onstage, but what really separates them from the rest is their madly eclectic potpourri of styles on their latest release, Devil's Music. While the new album isn't as immediately engaging as 2006's Soft Machine (which featured such luminaries as Iggy Pop and Neneh Cherry), Devil's Music does include a similarly tantalizing lineup of guest-star collaborators, like the Flaming Lips' Wayne Coyne, the B-52's, Eve and Cee-Lo Green. Coyne adds hazy vocals to "Crystal Meth Christian" (a weird sort of answer song to Tommy James' "Crystal Blue Persuasion"), while Green and the B-52's purr like kittens on the dance-floor workout "Cho Cha." —Falling James
THE HORRORS, THE STEPKIDS at El Rey Theatre; LADY ANTEBELLUM at Troubadour; ROBOTANISTS at Bootleg Theater; RTX at Alex's Bar; JERRY VIVINO at the Baked Potato; ANGEL CITY JAZZ YOUNG ARTIST FINALS at Blue Whale; STAFF BENDA BILILI at Grand Performances.
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