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Friday, April 3
TV on the Radio
Three years in the making, TV on the Radio’s new album, Seeds, is a typically eclectic compendium of moods and styles. It’s also the Brooklyn band’s first full-length release since the death of bassist Gerard Smith in 2011. A single track like “Ride” encapsulates TVOTR’s musical dichotomies, starting off as a sad, funereally stately piano soundscape before kicking into glittery power-pop euphoria. “Caught up in the feeling/Cut right through the ceiling/Ground below receding,” Tunde Adebimpe declares hopefully over Kyp Malone’s surging punk guitar. The album ranges from early-’80s new wave (“Right Now”) and electronica (“Quartz”) to daft grunge-pop (“Happy Idiot”), alt-rock soul (“Test Pilot”) and wary acoustic ruminations (“Trouble”). Guitarist Dave Sitek’s production gives each track a completely different feel, and yet the disparate songs eventually come together to form a cumulatively satisfying puzzle. — Falling James
"I like the messed-up girls,” Chloe Chaidez sang three years ago on Kitten’s debut EP, Sunday School. “They’re pretty good company.” At the time, she was still backed by members of FIDLAR, and her new-wave aspirations were toughened by their punk-rock drive. But on Kitten’s recent self-titled album, she doesn’t sound quite as messed up. Instead, Chaidez is coated in a glossier dance-pop sheen by producers Chad Anderson and Gavin Mackillop. Tracks like “Sensible” pulse with a slinky urgency, and depending on your point of view, “Sex Drive” is either a catchy slice of Chic-style disco or a contrived approximation of Madonna-like steaminess. Chaidez gets pleasingly strange amid the enigmatic weirdness of “Cathedral,” on which she confesses, “I’d like to be your cathedral, to feel all the people swelling inside me.” Also Saturday, April 4. — Falling James
Saturday, April 4
MASONIC LODGE AT HOLLYWOOD FOREVER
Kaki King has always been a fascinating sonic architect, going back to her early days busking in the subways of New York City, when she stitched and looped together complicated chord patterns, pummeled the neck of her acoustic guitar and tapped delicate harmonics from the frets to assemble dazzling post-prog instrumentals. On tour for her new album, The Neck Is a Bridge to the Body, King is adding a new visual component — using her guitar as a reactive, seemingly sentient projection screen. As she performs, the vibrations from her strings are interpreted by visual software onstage and projected back onto her specially constructed guitar in a constantly changing display of images. The flow of psychedelic shapes and colors matches the rhythmic and melodic undulations of King’s elaborate webs of sound. — Falling James
The house grooves will dig deep into King King’s dance floor this Saturday night when Soul & Tonic hosts Miguel Migs. A Northern California native, Migs came to prominence in the 1990s and has long championed the full-bodied rhythms and soaring vocals of deep house. His recent single, “The Melody,” turns a simple phrase — “Do you feel the melody?” — into a guaranteed late-night monster jam. In its “Deluxe Deep Dub,” form, the tune is an undeniable hands-in-the-air moment. Requests probably are rude, so let’s just hope he drops this sometime before last call. San Diego house head Cris Herrera returns to Soul & Tonic to amp up the crowd. Also on the bill are Mauricio Aviles and Adam Auburn. — Liz Ohanesian
CATALINA BAR & GRILL
Some guys seem to lead a charmed life, whether born of privilege or being in the right place and time. Such scenarios are far from Dave Damiani’s reality, as he struggled to make ends meet as a bartender, earning enough to study music at a state school. From there, he worked tirelessly to refine his skills as a postmodern Rat Pack singer and performer, plunging headlong into the business of making music and leading a big band. His efforts eventually were rewarded with a slew of engagements in L.A. and Vegas, with his music featured on television shows and commercials for everything from Apple to Ralph Lauren. Damiani deserves every accolade, because he’s a self-made man who’s worked his ass off to make it. His new album is called Midlife Crisis, and he’s earned the right to have one of those as well. — Gary Fukushima
Sunday, April 5
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The Dustbowl Revival
OLD TOWN MUSIC HALL
This Venice eight-piece’s self-described “roots jazz” finds a perfect backdrop in El Segundo’s historic Old Town Music Hall, a 1920s silent movie theater converted into a concert venue in the 1960s. Led by singer-guitarist Z. Lupetin, who typically performs with an array of harmonicas and kazoos strapped around his neck like some deranged busker in a Wes Anderson film, the troupe uses trumpet, trombone, washboard, mandolin and fiddle to kick up an old-timey racket of rollicking gospel, blues, bluegrass and ragtime sounds. They nail the clapboard-church harmonies of familiar tunes such as “Swing Low” but really shine on Lupetin’s original compositions, which channel Depression-era folk-music sensibilities with dry humor and uncanny accuracy. Witness “That Old Dustbowl,” which could pass for The Carter Family giving a Woody Guthrie ballad a back-porch bluegrass makeover. — Andy Hermann