10 Concerts to Catch This Weekend





New Orleans sludge metal masters Eyehategod made a name for themselves in the early ’90s when they released a trio of albums — 1992’s In the Name of Suffering, 1993’s Take As Needed for Pain, and 1996’s Dopesick — which ushered in comparisons to everyone from Black Flag to Black Sabbath. Singer Mike Williams’ menacing growl would scare even brutes like Pantera’s Phil Anselmo. On Eyehategod, its first studio release in 14 years, the band shows it hasn’t lost a step. Album opener “Agitation! Propaganda!” careens out of control before the tuned-down guitars take over. It’s going to be one of several songs to get the mosh pit going at tonight’s show. (Jeff Niesel), 7 p.m., $18 ADV, $20 DOS. The Foundry.

Joshua Jesty

Singer-songwriter Joshua Jesty originally intended last year's EP Wasn’t the World Supposed to End to be a double record. Instead, he split the tunes into four EPs. Jesty, who sometimes recalls ’90s alt rockers Live, has just wrapped Now Is the Time, the second of those aforementioned EPs. It's another infectious effort as it kicks off with the herky jerky "Let's Go Dancing," a mid-tempo rocker that even includes a mid-song dub reggae breakdown. And it wouldn't be a Jesty record without the requisite break-up ballads. Songs such as "If You Could Get Over Him" and "So Nice" keep that tradition alive. (Niesel), 9 p.m. Mahall's 20 Lanes.

Kung Fu 

Spawned from the Breakfast, Deep Banana and RAQ, Kung Fu wraps up several jam band subgenres into one band. With a basis in funk, these guys often claim “to make fusion cool again.” They make a strong case. Think Headhunters with an Umphrey’s McGee-like twist. Guitarist Tim Palmieri guides the band nimbly through original numbers and awesome covers. Robert Somerville accents everything with fresh tenor sax. This year’s release, Tsar Bomba, moves extremely quickly and pretty much demands that you start dancing immediately. One of the coolest songs on the album, “Snaggle,” lurks from swampy melody to lounge lizard, sax-driven jam. They’ve got a ton of stuff on YouTube and archive.org, so check them out. (Eric Sandy), 9 p.m., $12 ADV, $14 DOS. Beachland Ballroom.

Del McCoury & David Grisman

Legendary bluegrass pair Del and Dawg come to Cleveland tonight for a classic trip through decades of music. These guys share a 50-year friendship that began in New York City in the 1960s. At 75 and 69, respectively, they can still shred like no other, with Del rocking the guitar and David playing the mandolin. They’ve been performing quite a bit together in recent years, cutting an album in 2012 and touring around the country. You can expect a lot of the classics and plenty of friendly banter between tunes. David has called Del “the greatest living exponent of this music,” extolling the virtues of bluegrass greats and shining a light on his friend. They play well together, and tonight will definitely bear that out. (Sandy), 8 p.m., $48 ADV, $55 DOS. Music Box Supper Club.

Reagan Youth

Punk rock came to Reagan Youth guitarist Paul Cripple's Queens neighborhood when he was in high school and he immediately gravitated toward it. "Rock was really big," he says. "It was monstrous back then. Lady Gaga pales by comparison." Cripple took up guitar and formed Reagan Youth in 1980 with good friend, the late Dave Insurgent, and started playing clubs like CBGB. Though the lineup has changed dramatically since then, Cripple has kept the band going and the group now sounds better than ever. 8 p.m., $10. Now That's Class.


Ian Hunter & the Rant Band

Famous as the guy behind the song “Cleveland Rocks,” former Mott the Hoople front man Ian Hunter has proven to be more than just a musical one-trick pony. For the past couple of records, Hunter, now 75, teamed up with a group of solid young players to kick out some garage rock jams that have made him sound newly relevant again. His latest effort, 2012's When I’m President, features another good mix of songs that showcase his distinctively raspy voice and sharp roots rock sensibilities. (Niesel), 8 p.m., $32. Beachland Ballroom.

The New Pornographers

For the past decade and a half, the Canadian power pop outfit the New Pornographers have been churning out one critically hailed album after the next. From the expertly executed indie pop rock of their 2000 debut, Mass Romantic, to the sometimes wistful but always powerful songwriting that drove 2010’s Together, the band has always had something substantial to offer fans with every one of their full length works. In August, the band released Brill Bruisers, an album that feels more celebratory than the shaky, tightly wound, enthralling anxiety that propels much of the band’s earlier work. “Born With a Sound” and “War On the East Coast” both rock out pretty hard (lots of satisfying guitar throttling) while exploring lyrical territory that sounds more optimistic than anything songwriters Carl Newman and Daniel Bejar have toyed with ever before. “War On the East Coast” has singer Carl Newman reiterating over and over again that he “does not care,” and the Superchunk-esque “Born with a Sound,” rollicks like any good song-about-music should. (Emily Votaw), 9 p.m., $25.50 ADV, $28 DOS. House of Blues.


Mike Doughty

A jazz club doorman turned beat poet-inspired frontman, Mike Doughty has carved out a singular niche for himself over the course of a career that now spans two decades. While he certainly had the most notoriety leading Soul Coughing, the New York-based avant-jazz act that appealed to hipsters and jam-band fans alike, he’s also done fine on his own after going solo in 2000, working his extensive vocabulary into a variety of tongue-twisting tunes. Dubbed the Question Jar Tour, Doughty's latest jaunt finds him accompanied only by sideman Andrew “Scrap” Livingston. Doughty's just released Stellar Motel, an album that pairs him with an assortment of underground rappers. (Niesel), 8 p.m., $18 ADV, $20 DOS. Music Box Supper Club.

Neon Hitch

A YouTube sensation thanks to racy videos for songs such as “Fuck You Betta,” sexy singer Neon Hitch got her start as a street performer. Now, she's on a self-funded tour intended to build up some anticipation for a forthcoming self-released full-length album. Given her DIY approach, it’s as if things have come full circle. Neon Hitch says she published her first poem when she was only 8 and has always kept journals. After moving from the UK to the States a few years ago, she “met the right people” and quickly inked a deal with Warner Bros., which intended to release her debut, Beg, Borrow and Steal. Despite the success of some of videos for the album’s singles, the album won’t be coming out. Instead, Neon Hitch will self-release her debut, Eleutheromaniac. Her new single, “Yard Sale,” is a catchy pop song that features a colorful video in which Neon Hitch hosts a yard sale in a trailer park. The song serves as a metaphor for “emotional cleansing” and suggests the tour's theme. (Niesel), 7 p.m., $10 ADV, $12 DOS. House of Blues Cambridge Room.

Quintron & Miss Pussycat

Delivering the world some good ol’ swamp-tech noise music from New Orleans, Quintron is one of the more idiosyncratic DJs out there. Working with puppetry and minimal electronic soundtracks, Miss Pussycat is a bubbly spirit and singer. Together, they’re a wild musical force. Really, they’re unlike anything else out there. Quintron is known for playing his Drum Buddy, an instrument he fashioned himself that oscillates and turns light into sound (a variety of drum beats and synthesizer-like blurps and whoops). On top of that madness, he and Miss Pussycat roll out the red carpet to psychedelia — almost a weird throwback to rockabilly at times. The visual alone is great (look ‘em up online), but the music is infectious. It’s vintage 9th Ward, and it’s not to be missed. (Sandy), 8:30 p.m., $12. Beachland Tavern.

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