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The Tigerbeat6 showcase is Friday, May 19, at the Elbo Room at 9 p.m. Admission is $8.
Much praiseworthy ink has been spilled for hometown hero Kelley Stoltz, and for good reason. His pop sensibilities may be rooted in a love of Brian Wilson, but his approach is grounded in a garage-y aesthetic that prevents the songs from sounding too spit-shined. Stoltz's arrangements include pianos, sitars, and glockenspiels, further blurring the pinpoints of his influences into a general constellation of ebullient, offbeat bedroom rockers. J.M.
Kelley Stoltz performs Wednesday, May 17, at the Rickshaw at 7 p.m. Tickets are $8-10.
Soulfulness can be mined in the oddest places. SF prog-rockers Citay locate it in acoustic Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath songs and early Heart and Queen albums. Featuring Ezra Feinberg and Tim Green (this century's Steve Albini), Citay extrapolates on these sources on its self-titled debut disc. With Feinberg's guitar arcing and aching for sunrays like a Cali Brian May, he repeatedly hits his target with mellow, rococo poignancy. What an unlikely soul man. Dave Segal
Citay performs on Saturday, May 20, at Rickshaw Stop at 7 p.m. Admission is $10-$12.
New York's Excepter used to create a kind of floating electric shamanism: synths, loops, programs, glassy vocals, and melted dance floor grooves. But over the past year, the quartet has seen some serious personnel changes, and it's now a kind of smacked-out electro-Doors/Residents thing creating macabre micro-hip-hop jams with a touch of Beck-styled zaniness. The results of which are way too fried for both club culture heads and noise freaks. It's just one huge "what da fuck" any way you slice it. J.F.F.
Excepter performs on Saturday, May 20, at the Hemlock Tavern at 9:30 p.m. Admission is $8.
For a primer on Oxbow, watch the DVD Music for Adults, the documentary of the local four-piece's 2002 European tour that accompanies its new CD, Love That's Last. Witness the German fan who gets too close to frontman Eugene Robinson, a mixed martial artist with a penchant for whipping his johnson out onstage. Marvel at the chokehold Robinson puts on the guy as his band unleashes cataclysmic bursts of sound, a death-metal version of "Ride of the Valkyries." Or better yet, check the band out for yourself and see if you share the sentiments of another fan quoted in the flick: "I have, like, thousands of 'Whys?' When [Robinson] stood in his underpants after the second song, I was sure he was going to masturbate. I was just wondering about what next. Is he going to jump out into the audience and hit somebody? When does it stop? Does it stop?" Garrett Kamps
Oxbow performs Saturday, May 20, at Bottom of the Hill at 10 p.m. Admission is $8.
Comprising two drummers, a bassist, and an electronics jockey, Tussle's syncopated hypno-groove sounds like a cross between South Bronx funk sisters ESG and krautrock á la Can. The foursome's disco-dub recordings are trance-inducing, but seeing the dance-instigating live show is the way to go. Insane improv courtesy of Jackie-O Motherfucker and the Weasel Walter Sextet ensure an exceptional evening. Mike Rowell
Tussle performs on Saturday, May 20, at the Lab at 8 p.m. Admission is $7-$15.
Indian Jewelry: pretentious L.A. douche bags, or hilarious providers of anarcho-melodic peyote trance noise? Either way, riding the snake hasn't looked so retarded/fun since Val Kilmer played the original bozo prince of Native American appropriation B.S. in The Doors. Tonight's cathartic pow-wow will be staffed by several beaded 'n' feathered members of Indian Jewelry's sprawling art collective; make sure your smallpox vaccines are current. Frances Reade
Indian Jewelry performs on Saturday, May 20, at the Knockout at 8 p.m. Admission is $8.
Up until the band's demise in 2000, Dieselhed was something like a Bay Area Uncle Tupelo, only with a sense of humor. Formed in Arcata in 1989, the band practiced a twisty-turny kind of country-punk, with Zac Holtzman (of Dengue Fever) and Virgil Shaw singing about pot brownies, yoga instructors, and lap dances over riffs that both bellowed and wept. Few local bands ever made the blue-collar artiste lifestyle look like such good-natured fun. This reunion show should be a blast. Dan S.
Dieselhed performs on Sunday, May 21, at 12 Galaxies at 9 p.m. Admission is $10-$12.