DRAGGING AN OX THROUGH WATER, SOFT METALS, GOLDEN RETRIEVER, KEVIN SHIELDS (Valentine's, 232 SW Ankeny. No, not that Kevin Shields) OX ROX—The brand-new 7-inch from Dragging an Ox through Water makes its welcome emergence into the world at tonight's show, in which Brian Mumford (the man behind all that Ox Dragging) will play warped electro/acoustic music with plenty of unique special effects. NL
CAGE, HATE YOUR GUTS, SERGE SEVER, GEN. ERIK (Hawthorne Theatre Lounge, 1507 SE 39th) It's a little baffling to watch Canadian R&B-singer/rapper/Degrassi-heartthrob Drake sweep up the critical accolades for daring to bare his poor, mopey, rich-kid soul on Thank Me Later, given that the hiphop game has had no shortage of would-be oversharers over the years. Grim, grimy emo emcee Cage definitely has a grittier bio than most and isn't afraid to spill his guts over rap tracks that contain goth tropes until it's hard to tell where the black eyes end and the eyeliner begins. But Cage's latest Def Jux joint, Depart from Me, thoroughly squanders what talents the emcee displayed on his 2005 opus Hell's Winter—which is just more bad news to go cry about. ERIC GRANDY
EDDY CURRENT SUPPRESSION RING, CHEAP FLIGHT, BLOOD BEACH (East End, 203 SE Grand) Eddy Current Suppression Ring embody in sound that common perception of Australians as ruffians with charming accents. They play a rough-hewn brand of garage punk but also have the ability to stretch out with a sort of 1969: Velvet Underground Live epicness (see especially "Tuning Out" from ECSR's new album, Rush to Relax). ECSR are at their best when locking into a rugged chug, a polluted, biker-rock take on motorik (see "Second Guessing," also off Rush to Relax), but they also excel with tender, sweetly tuneful songs like "Gentleman," which evokes Oz legends the Saints. DAVE SEGAL
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AH HOLLY FAM'LY, ODAWAS, THE DEVIL WHALE (Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Tonight is an always welcome opportunity to spend some time with the lovely Ah Holly Fam'ly, creators of the bizarre and beautiful ensemble music that can be heard on last fall's Reservoir. At the heart of the band are the shared vocals of Becky Dawson and Jeremy Faulkner, in an arrangement unlike anything else you'll find in other dual singer setups—akin neither to call-and-response banter, nor the competitive strivings of two distinct voices. The pair take turns combining, complementing, and echoing each other in a fashion that could soundtrack a fairy tale, yet one with scandalous quirks—schizophrenic time signature changes and lyrics that touch upon sex with mermaids. MB