* Let's start with Bleed the Ballroom Episode 3 at Ovvio Arte (Facebook event page here). Back in 2011 — Who can remember that far back? Har har — I told you about Denney and the Jets' plans for a four-part residency at local gallery/performance space Ovvio Arte. This, their third installment in what has since been christened "Bleed the Ballroom," will feature not only a set from D and the Js — be on the lookout for cameos from Sean Thompson, Taylor Brashears and Those Darlins' Jessi Darlin, says bass-playing Jet Joey Scala — but also a performance from Tristen and DJ sets from JEFF the Brotherhood's Jake Orrall, Those Darlins' Linwood Regensburg and the Cream's own Sean L. Maloney. And The Grilled Cheeserie will be there on the num-nums tip.
* And since I know you saw the word "Anal" in this post's title and were perversely intrigued, let's get on to that one. The Anal Beatles are a supergroup of sorts — and I hope that's the only time you've seen the words "anal" and "supergroup" in the same phrase thus far in your Internetting today — and Basement proprietor Mike "Grimey" Grimes has this scoop for us:
I have what might be a one time only Basement play by a brand new ensemble consisting of one of the Mumford and Sons, a couple of Old Crow Medicine Show members, one Apache Relay and two members of Matthew and the Atlas.
They are calling is The Anal Beatles
They will not tell me what it sounds like but have asked they be referred to as PunkAmeriAcapellaCana, whatever the fuck that is.
They will be second on the bill after May Hwen and before Kansas Bible Company. 9 p.m., $5.
* Well, it looks like the Critic's Pick on Anchor Thieves' show tonight was listed at the incorrect venue in this week's paper. Apologies, apologies. That's the sort of thing that can happen when ... shit, I don't know why it happened, all right? But it happened, and we're sorry. Anyway, Anchor Thieves, Century Club and Tower Defense are playing tonight at The 5 Spot [AT THE 5 SPOT, NOT AT THE BASEMENT], and Seth Graves wrote this Critic's Pick for us:
Stealing anchors is serious business. First off, they’re heavy. And if they aren’t hunkered on the floor of the ocean, they’re strapped to the side of a seagoing vessel that's far out in some treacherous and potentially polluted body of water. But Anchor Thieves pull off their proverbial heist so sneakily that you won’t even know yours is missing until you’re well adrift, watching the shore get smaller and bobbing your head to their melodically despondent, minimally lush soundscape, which rocks as slow and jagged as the boat itself. Taking a cue from the unhurried weight of Galaxie 500 and the layered sensitivity of early-Aughts sad bastards like Blitzen Trapper and American Analog Set, these undervalued locals know how to rock the boat without breaking a sweat. —SETH GRAVES
* And finally, over at Mercy Lounge — hey, we actually got the venue right on this one ... fucking A — we've got yet another hot local bill on our hands. Happy Little Trees, Ranch Ghost and Little Viking, with a Critic's Pick courtesy of Adam Gold:
All right, Nashville, it’s a new year and, as always, fresh calendars mean fresh beginnings … and sounds. It’s time to get out there and see what 2012 has to offer in the way of local rock. Get started on that quest tonight at Mercy Lounge, where three of 2011’s ripest indie-rockin’ upstarts make their case for ruling in 2012. Granted, Dan Sommers (Hotpipes, My So-Called Band), Jerry Pentecost (Mayhem, Jonny Corndawg, Tristen) and Kelby Ray (American Bang, The Cadillac Black) are already fairly familiar faces on the local scene. But Happy Little Trees — the power trio featuring all three and fronted by Sommers — unleashes some rousing, bombastic rawk that rocks hard with crisp hooks and capricious keep-you-on-your-toes arrangements. Meanwhile, with their Kinks-copped chord progressions loosely echoing over roughcast surf rhythms, it’s safe to say Ranch Ghost really, really loves classic ’60s psych-rock. With the same passion that Coldplay loves U2. For fuck’s sake, the chorus of the band’s nugget “Lookin’ ” employs gang vocals imploring you to “Take a look in your mind.” And there’s nothing wrong with that. Rounding out this three-band, five-buck gig are locals Little Viking, who pay faithful homage to big, muffed-out ’90s California power pop, and can write a better Weezer song than Rivers Cuomo has in the past 15 years. —ADAM GOLD