The last time a band piqued my interest with a Facebook invite from Little Hamilton, Nashville's venerable warehouse punk show space (slash anarchist gift shop), I wound up being one of three paying customers and the band didn't even show up. No wonder the beloved space is threatening to close for good in May. So let's all hope that Denton, Texas' Final Club doesn't get lost on their way here — not just because it would send me spiraling into seasonal affective depression, but because they completely and utterly rule. The noise-pop quartet takes the Pixies' loud-quiet-loud formula and buries it in a sea of fuzz and catchy hooks. Their Blank Entertainment EP is one of 2011's most criminally undiscovered records, possibly thanks to the fact that you can only buy a physical copy from an obscure record label in Germany. Also playing are locals Spanish Candles, Mom & Dad, Dirty Dreams and New York's Mayday. —LANCE CONZETT
But wait, there's more! Songstresses-slash-fashonistas Nikki Lane and Carey Kotsionis will host the coming-out party for their East Side storefront High Class Hillbilly, and the third installment of Poetry Sucks will transpire at Dino's. There are picks for those, too, if you'll hop along after the jump with me.
My pick for the HCH opening:
With her stellar Walk of Shame — which landed at No. 8 in our 2011 Year in Music issue’s critics’ poll — trad country songstress Nikki Lane made a stylish splash in the local music scene last year. As yours truly pointed out in the aforementioned issue, Lane’s mystique as a performer is bolstered especially by what I called the “wardrobe of a movie star.” It’s a wardrobe that Lane has culled during her time touring the country, and one that she and her bandmate Carey Kotsionis — a noted local songwriter and performer in her own right — share via their Etsy shop, High Class Hillbilly. The shop — which mostly features men’s and women’s boots, jackets, Western wear and accessories — will see the debut of its East Nashville brick-and-mortar storefront tonight with cocktails and a DJ set from Lane’s husband, Joseph Plunket. If you’ll forgive a music writer as he awkwardly fumbles in an attempt to talk about fashion, I’ll simply say that, as its moniker suggests, High Class Hillbilly is classy stuff — at once both glamorous and down-to-earth. Like finely aged moonshine. Or something. —D. PATRICK RODGERS
Culture editor Steve Haruch's pick for Poetry sucks:
If you’ve been to either of the first two installments of the dive-bar salon known as Poetry Sucks! A Night of Poetry, Music and All Sorts of Bad Language (PSANOPMAASOBL for short), you know the deal: Good writers read, good musicians play, and good people hang out and have a good time. The January edition features the heftiest roster to date, made up of all East Nashville residents. Among them: fiction writer and MTSU writing instructor John Minichillo, whose novel The Snow Whale made the Hey Small Press! Best of 2011 list, among others; Salem Elkhatib, best known to many East siders as owner of Italia Pizza, but also a political activist and on this night, a reader of classic Egyptian poetry; Ben Swank, Third Man co-founder, hater of life and occasional Nashville Cream columnist; William Tyler, the thinking man’s guitar shredder; Todd Dills, editor of The2ndHand zine; and Deborah Collins, bartender, poet and New Jack Swing afficionado. —STEVE HARUCH