Oneida vs. Raconteurs: one big riff deserves another

Of all the noisy Brooklyn-based bands making a fractured racket on an indie-rock soundscape, few fly their freak flag as high as veteran outfit Oneida. Since being founded by ridiculously monikered principals Kid Millions, Fat Bobby Matador, and Baby Hanoi Jane nearly a decade ago, the prolific group has churned out an avalanche of full-lengths, EPs, and split albums with such like-minded renegades as the Liars, Plastic Crimewave Sound, and Brother JT. Encompassing everything from '60s garage-punk fury and free-jazz freakouts to metronomic krautrock pulse and burbling synth-pop, Oneida's chaotic musical stew gets whipped into a frothing, unhinged gumbo whenever the band unleashes its often anarchic live shows. Even though the group's latest effort Happy New Yearreportedly tones down the noise quotient, the addition of touring recruit Double Rainbow (aka S.F.-via-D.C. transplant Phil Manley of Trans Am and the Fucking Champs fame) should keep Oneida's onstage mayhem suitably high. Don your post-punk goggles when the band shares a bill with equally hectic sonic marauders 400 Blows at 12 Galaxies this Saturday, July 22, at 9 p.m. Admission is $8-$10; call 970-9777 or visit www.12galaxies.com for more info. Dave Pehling


‘Tis the summer of the supergroup, from those Sebastian Bach-led drama queens over on VH-1 to the Raconteurs, the garage-fuzz/power-pop ensemble led by the White Stripes' Jack White and his old Detroit running buddy, singer-songwriter Brendan Benson, with a rhythm section featuring Greenhornes bassist Jack Lawrence and drummer Patrick Keeler. The idea for the band was hatched in 2004, when White and Benson penned the combo's first single, "Steady, as She Goes"; by 2005 the Raconteurs were a four-piece, its members using the downtime from their main projects to record a debut full-length, Broken Boy Soldiers. Largely freed from the Stripes' art-blues conceits, White still brings his love of '60s analog crackle and Zeppish histrionics to this party, but that's balanced nicely by Benson's sweet Beatles/Kinks obsessions, while the Lawrence/Keeler backbone is sturdy but rarely flashy. Though it's true that Soldiers entered the charts at No. 7, don't look for the Raconteurs to supplant the White Stripes or any other primary projects — they're very likely just a summertime fling, so catch 'em while you can when they play the Warfield with Kelley Stoltz on Saturday, July 22, and Sunday, July 23, at 8 p.m. Admission is $29.50-$37.50; call 567.2060 or visit www.livenation.com for more info. Michael Alan Goldberg

New York City threesome Dub Trio is pulling double-duty on this bill — opening with a Trio set and then folding into the nine-piece lineup of headliners Peeping Tom, the new bizarro-pop project led by Mike Patton. "Not Alone," a long-distance collaboration between DT and Patton that sounds a bit like late-period Faith No More, appears on both the eponymous Peeping Tom disc and Dub Trio's recent sophomore album, New Heavy. "I think we work well together because Patton's always doin' different shit, mixing this style with that style, which is what we're doin', too," says DT drummer Joe Tomino. Indeed, as Dub Trio, Tomino, bassist Stu Brooks, and guitarist Dave Holmes — ridiculously talented, versatile musicians who between them have done session and live work with G-Unit, the Fugees, Mobb Deep, and others — craft an exhilarating mash-up of hyperspeed thrash-punk with spacey, King Tubby-esque dub/roots reggae atmospherics. Always in full control and able to shift on a dime, they're almost like an updated, yet primarily instrumental, version of Bad Brains. Check 'em out on Friday, July 21, at Great American Music Hall at 9 p.m. Admission is $25; call 885-0750 or visit www.gamh.com for more info. — Michael Alan Goldberg

 
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