THE BARR BROTHERS, SEAN FLINN AND THE ROYAL WE
SLEIGH BELLS, JAVELIN, ELITE GYMNASTICS
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) Sleigh Bells—the metal guitarist and pop songstress duo—is bringing its wall of electro-pop dance jams to the Roseland. Armed with their new album, Reign of Terror, the Brooklyn pair aim to get you moving. Bright lights, deafening beats and sweaty mosh pits—what more could you ask for? ALEX ZIELINSKI
GATHERING OF THE GOOF PUNX
(Mississippi Pizza Pub, 3552 N Mississippi; Red and Black CafÉ, 400 SE 12th; Backspace, 115 NW 5th) The Gathering of the Goof Punx—an all-ages DIY punk fest brought to us by the Taxpayers and Useless State Records—is taking over venues all over town. Saturday kicks off with a punk-rock spelling bee at Mississippi Pizza, then a show at the Red and Black CafÉ, followed by a parade downtown to Backspace for another punk show, and finally a midnight screening of Weird Al's UHF. Whew! NED LANNAMANN
THE WEDDING PRESENT, PINKY PIGLETS
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) My best friend in college wanted to get married after he heard his first dose of jangly goodness from UK post-punkers the Wedding Present in those hazy, golden times of college radio. He didn't want to get married to me, mind you, but to the band. Frontman David Gedge inspires that kind of fervent devotion with his lovesick oeuvre, scathing breakup rants, and beautifully poppy guitar mash notes. For this show, along with jamming out new tunes from just-released album Valentina, the Wedding Present will be playing the entirety of their seminal wall of guitar, the excellent 1991 album Seamonsters. Wedding Present fans are a lovelorn lot, wearing bleeding hearts on flannel sleeves—but a riotous show by Gedge & Co. is a gift that just keeps on giving even two decades after love at first listen. COURTNEY FERGUSON
DON'T, SHUT YOUR ANIMAL MOUTH, THE SMALL ARMS
(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) In the insular realm of garage-punk, the Small Arms aren't exactly expanding boundaries. But the Portland ensemble begins to pull away from the iron-gripped institutions of its peers in its loyalty to sophomoric rock 'n' roll abandon. From the first bluesy riffs of "I'm in Ninth Grade," the opening track from the group's new LP Get Big!, the Small Arms establish an irresistible pace of snotty lyrics and straightforward head-nodders, all backed by the overpowering honk of an ever-present saxophone. When Get Big! gets great is when the Small Arms allow their blues-punk crutch to fall away, embracing the brassy expanses to bolster their drive, as on "Daisy Space Alien." Really, this is a fun band any way you slice it, and this set at the Know will be an excellent opportunity to hear material frameborder="0" allowfullscreen>
(Plew's Brews, 8409 N Lombard) Tim Snider is not your average child prodigy-turned-genre-defying instrumentalist. He's a humble and ceaselessly evolving performer who channels popular vocal stylings alongside sophisticated musical techniques. The grandchild of a celebrated violinist, Snider took up the family tradition and tweaked it, making globe-spanning sounds that incorporate his classical chops as well as a multitude of life experiences—including teaching himself flamenco guitar in Spain—that add an existential element to his compositions. Although he played every instrument himself on his 2010 EP The Del Mar Sessions, Snider's live show with a band is something truly special—his songs sound best as expressed through creative collaboration, and that includes audience members as well. MARANDA BISH
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