In between intimate but excellent live sets by such locals as Free The Robots and Look Daggers, Fullerton’s Continental Room programs club nights for maximum class. Up tonight is Thee Conductor and his Night Train, named after the song that James Brown rode through the finale of Live at the Apollo and the the kind of wine that you can only correctly drink spo-de-o-dee. Bright brash soul gets top billing—ideally off 45s each individually hand-fitted with a plastic spider—for a little-sister club to Long Beach heavies like Good Foot and Secret Affair. It’s a great set for a Tuesday night—soul songs from the sort of cities where there’s always some hard-ass job to go to the next morning but nobody lets it matter too much.
Tuesdays, 9 p.m., 2008
