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Your Live Music Bets for the Weekend of April 24 through April 26

There really is a crap-ton of great live music to choose from over the next three days, so much so that it’s almost a fool’s errand to even single out a small handful of gigs. That said, you can’t go wrong with any of the below options. Hey, I just preview ’em: You’re on your own from there.

Friday, April 24 (tonight!):

Down North (shown here at Bumbershoot 2013) will funk-rock the Tractor tonight. (photo: Tony Kay)

Down North, Breaks and Swells, Whitney Monge, Purr Gato @ Tractor Tavern. 21+. $12 advance/$14 at the door. Doors at 8:00 p.m., show at 9:00 p.m.

I’ve been a fan of headliners Down North long enough to have nearly run out of adjectives to describe ’em. Suffice it to say they’re one of the most snap-tight, hard-working funk-rock ensembles in town (emphasis on the rock), and that lead singer Anthony Briscoe remains a fireball of a live presence. The get-there-early mantra does apply: Marquetta Miller’s playful and subtly sensual pipes front Breaks and Swells’ ace infusion of velour-tinged old-school soul, Whitney Monge’s sandpaper-soulful merger of folk and R&B translates famously in a live setting, and Purr Gato’s electro-pop should start the evening in sinewy and danceable fashion.

Mr. Gnome, Posse, Wind Burial @ Columbia City Theater 21+. $10 advance/$12 at the door. Show at 9:00 p.m.

Cleveland’s Mr. Gnome float my boat mightily, with a combination of spectral-yet-toothy vocals, clattering layers of sonics, and psychedelia that manages to be cosmic, forward-thinking, and catchy as Hell. Local three-piece Posse do easygoing, ineffably charming stripped-down indie pop a la Yo La Tengo and Luna.

Wind Burial, all dark and swirly. (photo: Tony Kay)

And yes, you’re nuts if you’re not early enough to catch Wind Burial’s opening set. The narcotic spell woven by their newest long-player, We Used to Be Hunters, infuses primal drumming, shoegazer swirl, and strong streaks of fetching darkness with dense, earthy psych-rock. Singer Kat Terran’s mesmerizing voice—a singular instrument that combines a folksinger’s clarion beauty with an undercurrent of gothic eeriness—provides  this particular potion’s most resonant ingredient.

Saturday, April 25:

VibraGun, Dirty Dirty, Dead End Friend @ Barboza. 21+. $6 advance. Show at 7:00 p.m.

VibraGun’s shoegazer sound flips back and forth between Swervedriver-style textural/driving rock and dreamy pop reminiscent of Lush. Dirty Dirty and Dead End Friend, meantime, demonstrate the very divergent hues possible with a stripped-down line-up. The former band bashes out a mutant fusion of garage-punk and groove-infused metal with a sturdy two-dude configuration, highlighted by bassist Ian Forrester’s Freddie Mercury-gone-art-punk vocals and drummer Ian Harper’s forceful backbeat. Fellow Seattle rock duo Dead End Friend plays rock in the Pearl Jam/Soundgarden mold that’s refreshingly shorn of any flavor-of-the-month hipster garnishes. Guitarist/vocalist Jonah Simone knows his way around that patented Seattle arena rock stop/start groove, and Drummer James Squires matches Simone slug for slug. It’s a big sound that’s not super-fashionable in this neck of the woods right now, but they play it like champs.

Prom Queen @ Vito’s Restaurant and Lounge. 21+. Free. Show at 9:00 p.m.

In 2014 Celene Ramadan, the raven-haired chanteuse who leads (and sort of is) Prom Queen, put together Midnight Veil, a DVD that combined videos for twelve of her songs into an evocative, funny, and wonderfully retro mini-movie. Oh, and she co-directed the damn thing, too. The DVD was so ambitious that the inclusion of the audio CD almost seemed like an afterthought, but the music enclosed was (and is) amazing—a seamless collection of tunes that augment Prom Queen’s noir-girl-pop style with tremolo-soaked surf pop, jazz, and rich production. Ramadan’s solo Prom Queen shows are always terrific (she often accompanies pre-recordings of her pocket symphonies with guitar and voice), but I’m crossing my fingers that her sharp Prom Queen backing band joins her. Either way, this is one hell of a bargain, especially amidst Vito’s gloriously retro-lounge environs.

Sunday, April 26:

Elvis Costello (solo) @ Paramount Theatre. All ages. $41.25 to $71.25 advance. Doors at 6:00 p.m, show at 7:00 p.m.

Do you really need me to tell you that Elvis Costello’s songbook could well be the finest of any songwriter alive today, that he’s the best lyricist on the planet, and that his song selection for this solo show comes from a catalog so deep that every single cut he plays/sings will likely be amazing? Thought not. You can pretty much bet the steepness of the admission price will be more than offset by the quality (and likely the duration—the man routinely plays two-hour and longer sets) of the music on display.

Mastodon, Clutch, Big Business @ Showbox SODO. 21+. $37 advance, $39 day of show. Show at 7:00 p.m.

For the last 15 years Atlanta-based monsters Mastodon have pretty much represented the gold standard for heavy-as-shit thinking person’s metal, evolving and maintaining a sense of adventure without losing their Hammer-of-Thor crunch. Their 2004 sorta-concept album Leviathan stands as their masterpiece to these ears, but their sixth release, last year’s Once More ‘Round the Sun, proves that they’ve maintained their consistency to an astonishing degree. The even longer-lived Maryland metal combo Clutch and LA’s Big Business form a potent opening one-two punch that should make even the Showbox SODO’s barn-like vibe and dodgy acoustics worth enduring.

The Cult Sells Sanctuary (and Riffs) at the Neptune Tonight

The Cult thunder into the Neptune Theater tonight, and they will rock. It’s a given, what with Billy Duffy’s Hammer-of-Thor guitar riffs and Ian Astbury’s larger-than-life rock star charisma leading the way.

But what stands out most in my mind about ‘em–way more than the nostalgia attached to their longevity (nearly thirty years in action, if you’re keeping track)–is their status as trailblazers. Don’t laugh: As far as I’m concerned, you can partially thank the veteran outfit for the way hard rock sounds today.

Back when The Cult started out in the early 1980s as part of Britain’s goth scene, their devotion to the Almighty Riff in all its chugging glory alienated them from their eyeliner’ed and black-hair-dyed brethren. And when frontman Astbury had the cojones to embrace his inner hippie for the band’s 1985 breakthrough album Love, the band caught major shit from the British rock press. Fans, conversely, begged to differ: The soaring brilliance of the record’s flagship single “She Sells Sanctuary” propelled Love to the English Top Ten and inspired rabid idolatry on the stateside college charts.

Just when the world started to get comfortable with a pack of goth hippies, though, The Cult stripped down and cranked up, morphing into a loud, lean hard-rock band with 1987’s Rick Rubin-helmed Electric. The shift inspired even more incredulity at the time, despite the fact that Astbury’s penchant for flower-power lyrical detours stayed consistent. But the mammoth awesomeness of the resulting mix put The Cult on the top of the charts for the last half of the decade.

The Cult fell out of favor in the Clinton Years, toiling through a series of ho-hum records and an extended split just when other musicians started taking cues from Love and Electric. Bands like Queens of the Stone Age and Pantera proffered a style of hard rock that eased up on the wheedly guitar solos, injected traditional heavy metal with doses of psychedelia and goth, and employed singers who could sing at a lower register than metal’s customary police-siren wail. It’s easy to take such a sonic template for granted today, but The Cult were one of the few bands this side of Danzig to toy with it years before it became common musical language.

A lot of The Cult’s set tonight is sure to pull from their most famous ’80s efforts, but the fact that they’re touring behind a respectable new long-player, Choice of Weapon, counts as a bonus. The record strikes a nice sweet spot between Love’s psych-punk leanings and Electric’s animal crunch, vividly showcasing Astbury’s grandiose vocalizing and Duffy’s epic guitar work. Even so, it’s the band’s old goth-metal chestnuts that’ll be packing the house this evening. The Cult are still selling sanctuary, and plenty of people–yours truly included–are still ready to buy it.