SCISSOR ME!—The undisputed queens of New York City nightlife, the pop-glam-disco fabulousity of Scissor Sisters will make you laugh, dance, and drink all at once—even with tunes named "I Don't Feel Like Dancin'," you're gonna have a hard time sitting still. MJS

w/Sammy Jo, Casey Spooner; Roseland, 8 NW 6th, 8 pm, $25,
all ages


(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) No fooling, American Slang is no The '59 Sound. But that's more a statement on the staying power of the Gaslight Anthem's 2008 recording than it is a knock on their latest. On American Slang the Jersey band stays true to their whiskey rasp and Springsteen obsession, creating yet another inspiring lot of us-against-the-world rallying cries. Amid more tales of hard-luck characters trying to get out—one assumes that means leaving Hub City—frontman Brian Fallon branches out a bit, showing a little soul with the bouncy "The Diamond Church Street Choir" (which sounds like a cross between Orleans' "Still the One" and the Clash's "Jimmy Jazz") and ending things on a solemn note with the closing "We Did it When We Were Young." Between Gaslight Anthem, Titus Andronicus, and Ted Leo, let's all thank the Garden State for soundtracking our week. EAC


(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) Possessing an instantly recognizable baritone, Dax Riggs finally seems to be comfortable releasing music under his own name. As a member of Acid Bath and Deadboy and the Elephantmen, Riggs has released a range of heavy rock, metal, and blues over the years. His first solo shows were under the name T-Daks and His White Plastic Soul, but thankfully he settled on plain ol' Dax Riggs for his two proper solo albums, the most recent of which—the solid Say Goodnight to the World—sees his familiar, psych-twinged take on slinky delta blues with a metaller's love of stoner riffs. With slowly meditative beats and gentle undercurrents, Say Goodnight ranges from the flower-power of "You Were Born to Be My Gallows" to the glam-chug of "Let Me Be Your Cigarette" to the epic bliss-out of "Sleeping with the Witch," all of which prove that at the very least, Riggs knows his way around a song title. NL

Marina and the Diamonds after the jump!

As always, you can also find our complete live music listings here.


(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) The glittery and glossy pop from UK phenomenon Marina and the Diamonds falls somewhere between the acceptable ranks of Kate Nash or Robyn, and shameful chart-topping starlets like Katy Perry or Ke$$$$$$ha. Unless you are one of Gaga's Little Monsters, The Family Jewels is hard to make it through in a single sitting—restraint is nowhere to be found on this recording—yet its cartoonish obnoxiousness is part of Marina's shimmering arsenal. No matter how much you fight it, songs like "Oh No!" and "Shampain" burrow into your skull, leaving you with little option other than to just shake-shake-shake it out on the dance floor. EAC