TENNIS, POOR MOON
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) For their new EP Small Sound, Tennis teamed up with Oregon producer Richard Swift, and the results sound like Like a Virgin-era Madonna fronting the Left Banke. In other words, deliriously tantalizing pop that spans decades. Don't miss the Denver band when they swing through with their honey-drippin' sounds in tow. NED LANNAMANN

When their reminiscent, sweet-pop doo-wop suddenly set sail in 2010, the narrative surrounding Tennis was more than a ray of sun—it was the wind at their back. The story goes something like this: A couple moves aboard a boat and traverses the Eastern Seaboard while musically collaborating for the first time. They emerge with a '60s girl-pop concept and material for an album. Journalists—myself included—couldn't help themselves. And while Tennis' sweet, safe, harmonious, and meticulous comforts are indeed worthwhile, it's hard to imagine that a non-couple in a dank, wintry basement couldn't have caught a similar wave. As for Tennis, now some years in, their narrative becoming less of a buoy, the real work begins. Can they capture the same wonder without the context? Their November EP, Small Sound, seems to suggest so. If you're into swooning, boat-shoe preppy rock, then, by all means, climb aboard! ANDREW R TONRY


BLACKWITCH PUDDING, BLACK WIZARD, BLACK SNAKE
(Ash Street Saloon, 225 SW Ash) If stoner rock as a genre can lord anything over its other heavy brethren, it's the sensuality baked into its slinky riffs and its palpable sense of humor. What else could explain why the three members of Blackwitch Pudding refer to themselves as wizards, named their debut album Taste the Pudding, and play songs with titles like "Gathering Panties" and "Super Sluts from Outer Space"? Laughable, yes, but damn if the trio doesn't make it seem absolutely crucial to hang onto every Hawkwind-inspired guitar solo, or get wrapped up in vocals that move from winking to growling in a matter of seconds. ROBERT HAM