Lil’ Scrappy, Jim Jones & Shane Capone
SD Convention Center/ Oct. 7 / 7 p.m. / $20
One piece of Trillville (the rap group that made the wood-creak beat famous with 2005’s “Some Cut”), Lil’ Scrappy might be too throwback or obscure for Dirty South fans, especially considering today’s revolving door of Southern rap stars. But considering that big-market revivals fall flat (see, Chingy), it might be due time to revisit high school’s musical requirements (a.k.a. can I shake my goods to it?). Plus, Jim Jones, creator of the summertime stomp-beat “Ballin’,” and Motor City’s own Shane Capone. (CN)
Port O’Brien
The Casbah / Oct. 10 / 8:30 p.m. / $14
They may only be openers for Rogue Wave, but when a Bay Area/Alaska buzz pack is dubbed best new band by the M. Ward, there’s definitely magic in the air. Citing everyone from Spoon to Neil Young as inspiration, it’s hard not to draw comparisons with yesteryear’s classic rock and latter-day indie folk, yet they’ve definitely got something of their own – wisps of Bay fog plumped with small-town Alaskan hoke – that suggests their status as a songwriting juggernaut.
Created in Kodiak, Ala. by fisherman/boathand twentysomething Van Pierszalowski, who also spent time in Cambria, Calif., Port O’Brien quickly rocketed by sharing stages with the likes of Modest Mouse and Bright Eyes – (and all this when their average age was a mere 21). Makes you wish you had signed on that fishing vessel as a teen, eh? (CM)
Justice
Canes Bar & Grill / Oct. 7 / 7:30 p.m. / $20
Nothing makes me wanna “get drunk and freaky-fied” with mah ladies like fancy Paris electro-chick Uffie, lending the finishing party-girl touch to the best dance album of the year, without a shadow of a doubt: Justice’s wet, urban Cross. Crazy-catchy single “D.A.N.C.E.” barbed hipsters and boutique playlists worldwide with its irresistable swells of kiddie-choir, even securing a spot next to Video-of-the-Year nominees like Beyonce and Justin Timberlake (and ultimately losing to the unbeatable Rihanna) on MTV. Though their grungy thump is probably better danced to in the privacy of your own sweaty closet, air and compare those killer moves this Sunday in Canes’ sea of worshippers, all without dirtying the morning’s fresh sin-slate — just keep your eyes locked on that glowing cross. (SW)
