We’ve been keen on local rock ’n’ roll-tinged country songstress and hip-as-hell clotheshorse Nikki Lane for months and months now. We fawned when she released last year’s Walk of Shame via IAMSOUND Records — it even landed at No. 8 in the Scene’s official Top Local Albums of 2011 critics’ poll — and we geeked out when she opened her High Class Hillbilly vintage clothing outpost in East Nashville. Plus we were pleased as punch to see Lane gracing the pages of GQ — alongside fellow locals Karen Elson, The Ettes, Marty Stuart and Tennessee Titans Jason McCourty and Kenny Britt, among others — in a recent eight-page spread on Nashville’s general hipness titled “Nowville.” So yes, those
things are great. But we also like it when she plays live shows, imbuing her hook-laden, lovelorn choruses with equal parts twangy Southern drawl and no-nonsense rock ’n’ roll grit. Also on the bill is Jasmin Kaset, whose meticulously arranged baroque pop was displayed smartly and gorgeously on last year’s Hell and Half of Jordan. Jimmy Stewart opens up. Jimmy Stewart the Aussie singer-songwriter, not, like, the ghost of George Bailey. Sorry, had to.