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There are singer-songwriters, and then there's Rachael Yamagata. The native Virginian has always had a more sophisticated delivery and contemplative presence than most pop wannabes, and her latest album, Chesapeake, reveals the full breadth of her musical expressions. Dreamy ballads like "Miles on a Car" and the R&B-flavored "Stick Around" bump up against such fragile piano pop interludes as "I Don't Want to Be Your Mother" and "Full On." Even better, Yamagata rocks it up a little on "Starlight," a sparkling and sultry groove where she utters her mysterious entreaties in a confessional low whisper that's quite captivating. Prepare to be enchanted. —Falling James
CAPT KIRK at the Baked Potato.
Punk rocker, wordsmith and all-around good guy Henry Rollins is set to host and perform at a raucous benefit concert for Drop in the Bucket, an L.A.-based charity that constructs wells and sanitation systems at rural schools in sub-Saharan Africa. Stone Sour/Slipknot frontman Corey Taylor also are on tap, joined by Dave Navarro and members of Rob Zombie's and Marilyn Manson's bands for an all-star jam. If things get too hard-rockin' and you feel like getting your groove on, famed "OBEY" artist Shepard Fairey will spin tunes as guest DJ, and The Office's Kate Flannery will provide some comic relief. Pure rock & roll for pure water? What could be better? —Laura Ferreiro
Joshua White Trio
It's been quite a journey for Joshua White, from playing gospel piano at his mom's church in San Diego to the final round of this year's Thelonious Monk Competition in D.C., where he placed second to bluesy virtuoso Kris Bowers, won lots of cash and met President Obama. He swings hard with harmonies as dense as that fruitcake from last Christmas yet with an imagination as fresh as that expensive orange juice you always pass on at Ralphs. There are times for a little indulgence, and this is one of them. White plays with refreshing honesty and a true individual voice in a world of emulation and facsimile. He's joined by the ebullient yet polished Edwin Livingston on bass and drummer Dan Schnelle, who has steadily and relentlessly become one of L.A.'s finest. —Gary Fukushima
CASS McCOMBS at the Echo; BOOM BIP at the Satellite.
Iggy & the Stooges
It's only taken the Stooges about 40 years to achieve overnight success. Back in their heyday, in the 1970s, presumably progressive local classic-rock DJs like Jim Ladd wouldn't be caught dead playing their music, leaving it to the marginalized (and also blacklisted) punk-rock generation to champion these genuine Motor City (by way of Ann Arbor) madmen. With his spastic gyrations and slack-jawed poetic minimalism, Iggy Pop naturally gets most of the attention, having proved decades ago that he was a wilder onstage performer than Mick Jagger, but in some ways tonight's show (which had to be rescheduled after Iggy hurt himself at a Romanian gig earlier this year) is really all about James Williamson. The long-MIA guitarist supplied the napalm that torched "Search & Destroy" and "Raw Power," songs now considered certifiable classics. Roll over, Beethoven, and tell Jim Ladd the news. —Falling James
There's no denying the similarities shared by James Blake and Jamie Woon, two of the more visible faces in England's percolating post-dubstep scene. Like Blake, Woon sings soulfully over sleekly detailed beats he mostly produces himself; each dude sounds as if his ideal venue would be a very tiny aquarium. And now Woon is preparing to follow his Feist-covering forebear into the American market: On Jan. 31 Verve will issue a U.S. edition of Woon's often-lovely debut, Mirrorwriting, which came out across the pond last April. Before the record hits, Woon's softening the ground with a handful of shows in L.A. and New York, and he's also got a Lana Del Rey remix making the rounds online. Hey, whatever it takes, right? —Mikael Wood
My Morning Jacket, Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings
Kentucky's My Morning Jacket, amazingly enough, had to make one of its most bizarre, least accessible albums, 2008's Evil Urges, to cement their place as one of this generation's most popular, widely adored crossover rock crews. But this year, the Jim James–fronted outfit returned with Circuital, a more lush, beatific collection of roots-rock nuggets than was seen in past efforts. It's through their neck-thrashing live performances, however, with James shrouded in trench-coat mysteriousness, as guitarist Carl Broemel and company spazz out in the backing shadows that they've established themselves as a rollicking musical wrecking ball. Always the purveyors of fine, well-aged melodies (see their collaborations with the Preservation Hall Jazz Band) MMJ are joined by the blustery boom box of magnetism, Sharon Jones, and her doo-wop backing crew, the Dap Kings. —Dan Hyman
Baltimore brainiac Dan Deacon's live mixes of populist big boom-beat, sing-along scream, synths, samples and sound mashes are, just maybe, the most primo collage of pop art, with high-n-mighty musical (intellectual) concerns, full of razor-focused density of texture and process that ah, never mind. It's fun to party down with Dan, but it's weird, too, because his live sets are like music of the mind turned inside out. Oh, and Deacon, by the way, has just scored Francis Ford Coppola's latest film, Twixt. Also post-post-post–hardcore sort-of-punk deviators XBXRX, and DJ/ IheartComix mainman Frankie Chan. —John Payne
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