Out Every Night: The Best Shows From September 10 to 16
Under normal circumstances I despise inane small talk and "how's the weather" chatter, but for the purposes of filling these show-pick-posts' opening paragraphs with content, its a consistent fallback. That said, I wore a jacket outside this weekend! WHOA HOLY SHIT.
Missy Higgins - Sunday @ Old Rock House
Sometimes I think I could write damn near anything here. Elvis found alive, ironically doing Andy Kaufman impersonations in Vegas! Nirvana reforms, names Justin Bieber as new frontman! Snoop Dogg quits rap, becomes Bob Marley! You get the idea.
Anyway, there's a couple paragraphs up there now, so here's where I use the rule of threes and tell you about some of the shows. Hip-hop collective Odd Future comes to the Pageant on Friday; standout lyricist Earl Sweatshirt will be with them on this tour. Aussie indie-pop songstress Missy Higgins will perform at Old Rock House on Sunday, and on Wednesday hardcore thrashers Early Graves will play with Everything Went Black at Fubar. That's, one, two, three! Ok, say it with me now: "The rest of our picks follow."
Soulard Blues Band
Mon., 9:00 p.m. September 10
@ Broadway Oyster Bar - $5
By RFT Staff
The Soulard Blues Band has had a remarkable run as one of St. Louis' most durable and popular blues acts. Fans have stuck with them through many personnel changes and stylistic shifts, and their continued patronage has always been rewarded by a fine crew of singers and players assembled by bassist, bandleader and sole founding member Art Dwyer. The current edition of the band more than lives up to its hard-earned reputation.
Tues., 8:00 p.m. September 11
@ The Firebird - $15/$17
By Roy Kasten
From this 2010 show preview: The heart of the Heartless Bastards is Erika Wennerstrom, a Dayton, Ohio, native, transplanted to Austin, Texas, where she fits in like a lioness in a taco bar. On last year's career record, The Mountain, Wennerstrom and the Bastards stalk a core of minimalist electric blues and martial garage punk with all the gorgeously overdriven guitars and shambolic rhythms of Zuma-era Crazy Horse. Even when the band adds quasi-rootsy touches of fiddle and pedal steel, it still sounds like an engine fueled by principled anger and unjaded wonder. "I've been living underground trying to get my spirits up," Wennerstrom sings wildly but precisely. "There's more than one direction to get to the same end." And if you care about honest, unadulterated rock & roll, you'll go there with her.
Everything Went Black
Wed., 8:30 p.m. September 12
@ Fubar - $8/$10
w/ Cathedral Fever. Early Graves
By Daniel Hill
Everything Went Black has had quite a year - in January it released its debut LP Cycles of Light on LA's Prosthetic Records to massive critical acclaim. Later that same month the band hit the road for its first tour - a nine date run through the Midwest - and most recently played Chicago's "The Rumble" fest alongside some of the biggest names in hardcore. Add to that an opening slot on Ringworm's upcoming tour and it becomes quite clear that the blackened metallic hardcore outfit is quite the force to be reckoned with. The tragic 2011 passing of bassist Shagy Kennedy was a major blow to the band and St. Louis scene, but much of the music on Cycles was written with Kennedy and Everything Went Black's continuing success serves as an appropriate legacy for the much-missed local hero.
Thurs., 8:00 p.m. September 13
@ Off Broadway - $7/$10
By Roy Kasten
Young Minneapolis band the Pines starts off its ethereal 2012 album Dark So Gold with a sinister synth drone and a guitar that seems to be trying to talk-box it's way out of the misty reverb. To be sure, the forests wandered by founders Benson Ramsey and David Huckfelt are thick with gothic ghosts but also with adroit finger-picking (on banjo and guitar) and songs that owe as much to the black humor of John Prine as the dark sensuality of Nick Cave. The sound of the Pines may be sweetly scented with twang but it's as prickly and evergreen as its name. Don't Miss: If the Pines have a St. Louis analog, it would be the Poorhouse Says, an underrated post-Americana band with a brooding sense of melody and dynamics. Get to Off Broadway early for the band's opening set.
Fri., 8:00 p.m. September 14
@ Old Rock House - $22-$38
By Allison Babka
The '80s were rife with Australians on the radio dial. In those days, it was a given that you would hear Midnight Oil, INXS and -- gulp -- Air Supply while driving your trusty VW Rabbit to the Hi-Pointe Theatre. But it was Men at Work that made the United States ask, "What the hell is 'Vegemite?'" Fortunately for us, former lead vocalist Colin Hay still doesn't consider it overkill to answer the question. A solo artist for more than 25 years, Hay has released eleven thoughtful, moody albums (His latest: Gathering Mercury) and appeared in countless TV shows, becoming a reliable Trivial Pursuit answer and a captivating storyteller. Hippy Hippy Shake: Though Hay's 1994 solo album Topanga was released just as Boy Meets World was finding its TGIF groove, the record was not named for Cory's bohemian girlfriend whose boobs eventually became stars on the Style Network.