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Darren Keast, Tamara Palmer

Published on January 23, 2007 at 2:30pm

A passion for skewering pharmacology and moving booty prompted New York's Roxy Summers to morph into saucy nightlife persona Oxy Cottontail, a powerhouse party promoter, DJ, and fledgling dance/rap artist. She's developed a reputation for curating music as provocative as her moniker, drawing from Houston rap, her native Baltimore's club scene, and even Bay Area hip hop in a quest to provide something new for jaded New Yorkers. The bunny hop will be in effect locally as Oxy spins and performs live on Thursday, Jan. 25, at Milk at 9 p.m. Admission is $5; call 387-6455 or visit www.milksf.com for more info. Tamara Palmer


If you trust the adage about pop culture's revival cycle working in 20-year intervals, then S.F.-based Death Valley High is a few years early on the next tide of hipsterdom. Its debut CD, The Similarities of the Loveless and the Undead, pits NIN-style synths against smudgy guitar work right outta — dare we say — grunge. Complicating the picture further, the band also throws in the occasional old-school jungle breakbeat. This reverence for the near past makes sense, though, since singer-guitarist-programmer Rey Osburn headed the outstanding early-'90s industrial band Tinfed. Death Valley High performs with Red Host and DJs Juju and Sam Supa on Thursday, Jan. 25, at the Knockout at 10 p.m. Admission is $5; call 550-6994 or visit www.theknockoutsf.com for more info. Darren Keast


It's ironic that the Game (Jayceon Taylor) is performing near the studio that gave him his little-known start. The multiplatinum-selling Los Angeles gangster rapper still hasn't given proper respect to JT the Bigga Figga, the Fillmore-based artist-producer who financed the Game's demos before he signed with 50 Cent and Dr. Dre. Now famously separated from 50, the Game also pulled the ballsy move of naming his latest album The Doctor's Advocate — despite not having Dre on it. His audacity and his album are equally entertaining, which should make for a good show when the Game comes to town on Wednesday, Jan. 31, at the Fillmore at 8 p.m. Admission is $35; call 346-6000 or visit www.thefillmore.com for more info. — T.P.