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What silly term can we use to tag this growing breed of shoegazer electronica? Sneakeronica? Not Quite New Age? Acts such as Ulrich Schnauss and Caribou melt distorted guitars onto downy beds of electronic blurts, making lush soundtracks for languid nights. Maps (aka James Chapman) is another purveyor of this featherweight formula, with vocals so delicate it doesn't matter much that the words themselves lack gravity. Live, one guesses Maps' multiple walls of sound push the brain into a sort of floatation device, given the right substances. Maps performs on Monday, Sept. 24, at Bottom of the Hill at 8 p.m. Admission is $10; call 626-4455 or visit www.bottomofthehill.com for more info. —J.M.
British music has made inroads over here in recent days, via beatwise motormouths and shambolic fuckups. Along comes Wimbledon young'un Jamie T, who's a little from column A, a little from column B. His reggae-fried bedroom indie and lager-rheic storytelling are winning him UK hype, with critics recalling Mike Skinner, Ian Dury, and Joe Strummer. Lily Allen guests on his album, Panic Prevention, and Bob Hoskins starred in his debut video. That's a lot for a kid to handle. Catch him before the tabloid flameout. Jamie T performs on Tuesday, Sept. 25, at Slim's at 9 p.m. Admission is $12; call 255-0333 or visit www.slims-sf.com for more info. —Geoff Cannon