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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Tonight in Music: The Mountain Goats, Doug Gillard, Nashville Pussy & More

Posted by Ned Lannamann on Wed, Jun 11, 2014 at 12:31 PM


THE MOUNTAIN GOATS, LOAMLANDS
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) If you haven't seen the Mountain Goats live, you're missing out—John Darnielle & Co. not only fill their songs with vibrant, heartfelt life every single time, but Darnielle makes for a goddamn charming host. Which probably explains why tonight's show is sold out. But, you know... there are ways. ERIK HENRIKSEN Also see All-Ages Action!


DOUG GILLARD, CHARTS, MIRACLE FALLS
(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) If you care about Ohio rock and pop music, you likely have records with Doug Gillard's fingerprints all over 'em. The guitarist/vocalist's lent his keen melodic sensibilities to many important combos from the Cleveland and Dayton areas, including Death of Samantha, Guided by Voices, Cobra Verde, and Gem. As his pedigree indicates, Gillard is a rock traditionalist whose power-pop-leaning songcraft's embellished by flashy glam and rueful punk gestures. His new album, Parade On, exudes Gillard's road-tested rock dynamics and nonchalant brilliance with a hook. Singing with a pleasant Midwestern flatness, he spins countless variations on familiar chord sequences and, against great odds, creates a fresh-sounding record on which every song's a potential single. DAVE SEGAL


NASHVILLE PUSSY, CATL, THE YAWPERS
(Dante's, 350 W Burnside) Sometimes, the name of a band can tell you everything you need to know about what they sound like. Atlanta's Nashville Pussy, a name taken from Ted Nugent's stage banter on Double Live Gonzo!, couldn't make it any clearer if they drew you a map and gave you a ride. The "Nashville" portion of their moniker sums up their straightforward, country-fried rock 'n' roll perfectly. Lead guitarist Ruyter Suys' simple, sneering licks and leads basically make her the Angus Young of Hot'lanta, and Blaine Cartwright's grumbling, drawling, filthy vocals couldn't be a better vehicle for the nasty things he sings. Which brings us to "Pussy," the eyebrow-raisingly blunt word tipping the listener off that themes like drugs, alcohol, sacrilege, trashy sex, and serious depravity are in store. Nashville Pussy's recent album Up the Dosage follows suit with a formula that hasn't failed them since 1996. ARIS WALES


TOMORROW'S TULIPS, GUANTANAMO BAYWATCH
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Tomorrow's Tulips' junkie jams are max chillers. Cave rock kickers, major chord trundlers. I showed one of their videos to a stoner dude from the '70s and he was like, "They dig Iggy, huh?" "And Lou Reed," I said. They're a few fancy blond dandy fops from Costa Mesa, California, and are in every way a band of Burger Record's global teenage wave. The Tulips, like Burger, are planted in wistful garage rock, stoned to the bone. But their videos really shine, telling you everything you need to know, and "Flowers on the Wall" and "Mr. Sun" are marvelous, low-key romps, full of bright colors and sweet, smirking lackadaisicalia. ANDREW R TONRY

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