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Buffalo Daughter
I don’t claim to under-stand Sunday’s triple-bill at Barristers, but I recommend it anyway. Between the brooding industrialism of Girls Against Boys, the hard-edged post-punk of Stanford Prison Experiment, and the Pixie-Stix sweet would-be soundtracks of Japan’s Buffalo Daughter, you can’t leave disappointed. Whoever you are. It’s one of those shows where you’re not sure who you’re really going to see; where “headliner” just means the band that plays last.

I don’t know if they’re playing last or not – probably not – but Buffalo Daughter has to be one of the most intriguing bands around, casually mixing beats, samples, and guitars with an unprecedented fluency. On their latest album for the Beastie Boys’ Grand Royal label, No Rock, they pass out more pure pop sugarcubes – see “Socks, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll” – that are as anthemic as they are ambient. Mechanization without soullessness. Sweetness without syrup. Could it be that they have solved the seemingly insoluble paradoxes that threaten the very possibility of pop music in an age of post-industrial information capitalism? – Jim Hanas

Though I am infinitely curious about a band called Neurotic Sex Pigs at the Stage Stop on Friday and Sunday’s God-death-metal band vs. Satan-death-metal band bill of Living Sacrifice and Cannibal Corpse at Barristers, not much is really grabbing me this week. And then I realize why. Because I ain’t gonna be here. I’m on vacation this week. So do whatever you want; I don’t care. I will tell you real quick, however, that as we were putting the music section to bed (journalism jargon), Nancy “Cadillac Cowgirl” Apple called to tell us she’s starting up her songwriters’ night again. The first one will be this Wednesday at Martinoya’s starting at 9 p.m. with Joe Sanders and Susan Marshall-Powell. Subsequent songwriters’ nights will probably be held every other week. And if you go, you can also help Apple celebrate her birthday, the big four-oh. Happy birthday, Nancy. – Mark Jordan


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