We almost missed this one: Marshall Crenshaw - maker of 1982's ninth-best album and all-around pop-rock treasure - plays the Retro Lounge at Knuckleheads tonight at 8 (doors at 7).
Crenshaw's latest project is a series of EPs, titled I Don't See You Laughing Now. Each KickStarter-funded installment features a cover, a redone older tune from his own catalog, and a brand-new original. (A subscription to all three 10-inchers goes for $26 on his website.) The first disc is worth it just for his cracking version of the Move's "No Time." (There's pretty much no one savvier about covers than Crenshaw.)
"Digital is more convenient, I'm on board with that, but I think that analog is actually better," Crenshaw told American Songwriter magazine earlier this year. (The EPs come with digital downlods.) "The other thing is that I just love records, and so do lots of other people. When I got the first copies of my new EP I stared at the thing just like I used to do."
There are still tickets ($30) available. Order here.
Monday, March 11, at Davey's Uptown Ramblers Club
Monday, February 18, at RecordBar.
Dropout Boogie at the Brick
Carnival costumes are encouraged at this Mardi Gras celebration, and guests are also promised delicious New Orleans fare and drink specials. Work off all those heavy calories by getting down to some presumably Big Easy-centric soul and funk 45s from the DJ dudes in the Dropout Boogie.
UPDATE: Ex-Cult has canceled. Bloodbirds and Lazy still playing. Cover now only $5.
Bloodbirds, with Ex-Cult and Lazy at RecordBar
Over the past year and a half, local trio Bloodbirds has released a handful of EPs, the common denominator being a dark, psych-tinged post-punk sound. The group is led by Mike Tuley, who has brought the same unhinged quality to Bloodbirds that he did to his former group, Ad Astra Per Aspera. Bloodbirds' new LP, Psychic Surgery, is out online; the vinyl, which you can order at this show, will be available in April.
Monday, January 28, at the Granada, 7 p.m. doors.
A show by the aptly named group Murder By Death (murder ballads are its forte) isn't what jumps to mind for a New Year's Eve celebration. But the Bloomington, Indiana, quintet has cultivated a nice, bubbly fanbase in Lawrence. And local indie acts Cowboy Indian Bear and Y(our) Fri(end) ought to add a little life to the evening.
Monday, December 31, at the Granada, doors at 9 p.m., $12 in advance or $15 at the door.
The Golden Republic
Five years after splitting, the Golden Republic reunited for a couple of one-offs in 2011. The glammy pop-punk quartet does it again here with friends in Thee Water MoccaSins, who don't often play together, owing to geographic constraints.
Monday, December 31, at RecordBar, doors at 9 p.m., $12.
Nug Life New Year's Eve
You'll have to ignore the unbelievably terrible name, if you can, but this party has a lot of potential. I saw the reggae dudes in the New Riddim move some serious asses one random Friday night at Harling's earlier this year. And the 1990s-R&B-themed Booty Jamz is on the rise as one of Westport's best dance parties, even though it is totally biting the style of my on-hiatus DJ duo Pussy Monster. (Just kidding - Pussy Monster played only two shows, and nobody paid any attention.) Also on hand: DJ Clockwerk and Pocket Change.
Monday, December 31, at Riot Room, 8 p.m., $5.
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