The Best Concerts to See in L.A. This Week

Cibo Matto
Cibo Matto
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Monday, February 24

Cibo Matto
EL REY THEATRE
Miho Hatori and Yuka Honda's wholly original and influential '90s albums Viva! La Woman and Stereo were mad meldings of hip-hop, jazzy funk, dancey electro-pop and world-music beatdowns. Altogether, it was a surreal pop hybrid with the emphasis on the fun and fantastic. That seductively non-genre-specific worldview is taken to brilliant extremes in the duo's brand-new Hotel Valentine, Cibo Matto's first album since 1999. Hotel is a soundtrack to a nonexistent movie, which tells a kind of love story among ghosts who wander the hallways of a hotel. It's mysterious, suggestive stuff, with both the whimsical raps/melodies uttered by pot-smoking poltergeists and other wondrous cornucopias of sound painted on with artful imagination. Wonderfully off-the-wall stuff. - John Payne

Tuesday, February 25

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Lemon Sun
THE SATELLITE
You may not know it but you have heard Lemon Sun. From commercial placements to appearances on many a bar and restaurant playlist, the L.A. band may have ducked out of the limelight but their impression lingers on. Composed of members of He's My Brother She's My Sister, Jenny O and Bleached, this indie-rock supergroup does a heavy amalgam of rock & roll, psychedelia and folk throughout its series of unique, feel-good hits. With a swagger reminiscent of Elvis and an attitude like Chuck Berry's, Lemon Sun have kept fans hanging on despite their absence, probably because we remember their buoyant rhythms, melodic hooks and magical vibe. Reuniting tonight for the first time since 2012, they are sure to pull out all the stops. Tap dancing? Maybe. Special guests? It's possible. You'll have to be there to find out. - Britt Witt

Wednesday, February 26

Sigmund Fudge
CAP STUDIOS
Bassist Ryan McGillicuddy, keyboardist Joe Bagg, guitarist Jamie Rosenn, and drummer Jason Harnell were among those who threatened to shift the balance of power in the L.A. jazz community, from established veterans to a new generation of upstarts. Now the young guns are new veterans fending off an insurgency of innovation by recent college graduates. McGillicuddy's solution was to flee to Seoul, where he became one of the best bassists in South Korea. He returns to L.A. for a brief reunion with his friends. Their band, Sigmund Fudge, was known for exploring sonorities not commonly found in jazz. In 2014, that's called jazz. In a brave new world of exploding sonic trends, these erstwhile iconoclasts who once stood at the frontier of a turning point continue to stay ahead of the curve. - Gary Fukushima
 
Thursday, February 27

FIDLAR, Cherry Glazerr
THE ECHOPLEX
L.A. punk band FIDLAR kicked a hole in the side of L.A. when they first came out, and they left flaming tire tracks stretching to the horizon as they got bigger and bigger and famouser and famouser. And now the whole world can help FIDLAR buy cheap beer (so what? fuck you!) and roll around on the ground to the band's particularly energizing combination of Nervous Breakdown - era Black Flag and Punk House - era Screeching Weasel. These are punk riffs and velocity hammered into songs that seem to be written in those morning-after comedown hours when you start realizing how much fun can really hurt. With Cherry Glazerr, who deploy a new teenage take on a venerable L.A. sound born from the tiny stages at Al's Bar and Spaceland sometime in the pre-Internet era. - Chris Ziegler

See also: Fidlar Are Drunk, Reckless and Proud of It

Dr. Dog
THE WILTERN
"Which way to the infinite road that unwinds from within?" is the trippy musical question Dr. Dog raise on their latest album, B-Room. A jaunty piano and a faux-gospel chorus reply, "Follow the distant light," as circus-y keyboards and a hint of snarling guitar cycle around in a swirling coda. The Pennsylvania band likes to build to a psychedelic Beatles crescendo in its shaggy Dog stories, although co - lead singers Scott McMicken and Toby Leaman at times sound like they're singing through a gruffer, wearier Mott the Hoople haze. With its soul harmonies, "The Truth" could be a formal '60s retro-pop exercise, but the tune is so wonderfully arranged that it doesn't feel like a guilty pleasure. - Falling James

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