Concert Calendar: Dinosaur Jr., A Place to Bury Strangers
A place to bury people that wear sunglasses inside buildings.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been looking for A Place to Bury Strangers. It seems like I may have found one too… err, I mean them. They’ll be performing live at the DC9 this upcoming Monday, October 5th for the low ticket price of $10 advance, $12 at the door, and their live show is definitely not one to be missed. Bringing together all of those ‘nu-gaze’ tricks into one complete package, these cats play some pretty mesmerizing noises. They’ll be playing with Darker My Love, a band that is revitalizing that whole psychedelic thing. These are some true sounds of liberty, my friends.
Metal bands are good at having terribly, gimmicky band names. And some of the best, awfully named bands are coming to the 9:30 Club this Tuesday. Without any introduction, these are those bands: In Flames, Between the Buried and Me, 3 Inches of Blood, and The Faceless. A few quick notes… quantifying blood in a measurement like ‘inches’ is too vague to understand completely, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t play some awesome thrash. The Faceless do actually have faces, but you won’t after they melt yours. And Between the Buried and Me have a weird name that I don’t know how to make a joke about, so just recognize that they’re the most intricate, metal-loving, punk-influenced, vegan dudes on the planet. I used to think eating steak was metal. Tickets are $25.
Dinosaur Jr. is, like, the band that started it all. Like… everything. In an attempt to be a little more specific, this Massachusetts alt-rock band have a distinct, collaborative sound of distortion and melody. Their riffs and solos cut clean, but their overall sound is equal parts rock and roll, punk rock, Nirvana grunge, and Neil Young, but I digress. They’ll be playing at the 9:30 Club and rocking your socks off for $25.
The Dodos are cool. Both Pitchfork and James McGrory think they’re a good band, which is nice. Describing indie rock is sometimes difficult, as there are so many genres that people make explain these things away. I’ll just call them psychedelic folk and be done with it. They released a new album titled Time to Die a few weeks back, and they now have a vibraphone player. That last piece of information should be enough to make you want to go to the Rock and Roll Hotel with $12 in search for this grouping of mysterious, flightless birds.