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Friday, February 14
Tijuana Panthers The Glass House Are there three nicer boys you could spend Valentine's Day with than Tijuana Panthers? Recent "Tijuana Panthers Creep Club" souvenir buttons notwithstanding, this Long Beach punk-power-pop trio is all about communication, honesty and being themselves, which in this case happens to sound like the dream-come-true realization of what would have happened if Posh Boy Records had discovered and signed New Zealand's Clean circa 1979, or if the Modern Lovers had inspired as many teenage garage bands as the Ramones did. It's music for those in love with the old world, with stellar support from OC's heavily psychedelic Cosmonauts--who find their beauty and romance in the center of a storm of noise--and Pedro surf trio Bombon, keeping the spirit of budget rock alive. (Chris Ziegler)
Sexy Hearts One Love Party Detroit Bar Love is in the air tonight, and while not everyone is going to be paired off with a sweetie, that doesn't mean you can't feel some loving vibes from this evening's festivities at Detroit Bar. The masters behind Noise Revolt are going to be in the house providing the soundtrack to a one-of-a-kind party, filled with live painting artists like House of Hooligans, Nikola Sack, Henna painting by Denia Ramos, and of course, drinks! But wait, there's more! An open mic session and dance performance by Courtiers of Light are also in store. So don't sweat the Friday night plans, just come down and have a chill, sexy time. (Aimee Murillo)
Saturday, February 15
The Abigails Detroit Bar The front of Abigails LP Tundra (out on Burger Records) is Abigails mastermind Warren Thomas alone and stranded in some spaghetti-western desert, and if that doesn't tell you exactly what this is gonna sound like, it's only because it would've been logistically prohibitive to put scorch marks on every single cover. Tundra lead track "Twenty Nine" reveals shockingly lush production--for the Abigails, that means you can't hear the cigarette smoke dissolving the tape--and songs that sound like Alex Chilton producing Lee Hazlewood, or the Gun Club on a turntable that discovered its own speed between 33 and 45. It's bleak and it's burned out and that's just the way we love it. Raise a glass and smash it later. (Chris Ziegler)
Sunday, February 16
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Brody Dalle Alex's Bar Though she's laid low in recent years to tend to her growing family and the health issues of her husband (Queens of the Stone Age singer Josh Homme), Brody Dalle has quietly been crafting a solo record, due to release any minute now. Enlisting A-list support from the likes of Alain Johannes and Michael Shuman from QOTSA, along with Nick Valensi of The Strokes, Warpaint's Emily Kokal and Shirley Manson of Garbage, the Australian-born singer is playing a rare local show before heading to Europe for a string of solo dates, then traveling down to Australia and New Zealand to open for Nine Inch Nails, and, yes, Queens of the Stone Age next month. With her work in The Distillers and Spinnerette in the rearview mirror, Dalle brings her contralto-piped singing to a relatively small setting--we're interested to hear how she sounds.
Paul Simon and Sting Honda Center One of these guys is really, really sexy. One of these guys is not. Both of these guys have won many awards and the hearts of millions, with the runty one being considered one of the artists whose work actually changed the world. Sorry, Sting (and Kanye). Nonetheless, promoters must have had an endless backslapping orgy when they dreamed up this team, because it definitely covers all the middle-aged ladies bases. Be prepared to see them all aglow--the ladies, not the performers--as Gordon Sumner and Paul Simon remind us of the days when top male singers did not rap about hoes and being filthy rich, or throw eggs at people's houses, or wear Beetlejuice suits and hump children at awards shows. Paul Simon might be a prick by most accounts, but at least he always kept it in his pants. Or in Carrie Fisher. But that's a whole other show. (SR Davies)