JAY-Z+50 CENT+BUSTA RHYMES+MISSY+FABOLOUSIf they can't do it, homie, it can't be done. With Jay-Z rocking the "feat" circuit from Baja to the Punjab, and 50 still pumpin' in da club, it wouldn't even matter that Busta's top form, Missy's workin' it old-school, and Fabolous is well, fabulous. 'Cept they are, making this a playa's mansion blueprint of the hottest hip-hop under God's dome. MONDAY AT 6:30, Jones Beach Theater, 1000 Ocean Parkway, Wantagh, Long Island, 516-307-7171. (Sinagra)

LAMB OF GOD+THE RED CHORDForget about the retrod McTallica™ fest (see below)—tonight's show is the real deal: Lamb of God's As the Palaces Burns is the best metal record in years—a brutal, innovative update to the canon of heavy. Because they turned down a main-stage Ozzfest slot, it's most advisable to catch them in a smaller club—soon they'll dethrone Pantera as the next arena-sized alloy kings. The buzz is growing about the Red Chord, and it's much deserved; they're one of the best of the metal-core-meets-death-grind bands: insanely technical and manic, yet, like L.O.G., they deliver plenty of groove. With Nora and Byzantine. THURSDAY AT 5:30, Knitting Factory, 74 Leonard Street, 212-219-3006. (Bosler)

METALLICA+LIMP BIZKIT+LINKIN PARKBloated metal spectacle of the summer: headlining masters make nice with file sharers and pray to St. Anger that James Hetfield stays outta rehab; Fred Durst fights obscurity by claiming to have nookied every pop virgin-slut this side of Lizzie McGuire; and Linkin Park rap over monster chords about why you should try reallllly hard even though it won't matter. TUESDAY AT 3, Giants Stadium, 50 Route 120, East Rutherford, New Jersey, 201-935-3900. (Sinagra)

Freed at last: Hollywood producer Arthur Freed gets a tribute that includes the Harvey Girls (see film).
photo: courtesy Film Forum/Photofest
Freed at last: Hollywood producer Arthur Freed gets a tribute that includes the Harvey Girls (see film).

ORCHESTRA BAOBABWasn't sure what to expect, but after I caught them at Central Park last year, I quickly signed up for the next night at Joe's Pub. Slow, deep, and mellow, they broke up both venues, playing up instrumental prowess outdoors, vocals indoors. But even the second night the stars were two veterans who don't sing—serious guitar headman Barthelemy Attiso and clownish tenor man Issa Cissokho. A great band. Opening: world-salsa universalists Sierra Maestra. SUNDAY AT 3, Rumsey Playfield, Central Park, mid-park, at 72nd Street, 212-360-CPSS; TUESDAY AT 8 AND 10:30, S.O.B.'s, 204 Varick Street, 212-243-4940. (Christgau)

PEARL JAMIt's telling that the one grand gesture these mere superstars made in the last decade was to release dozens of their live shows on disc. What other extant '90s pop but Pearl Jam's grunge-turned-bedrock emerged from that decade symbolizing authenticity? The band encountered their own post-millennial, transformative tragedy playing in Roskilde, and deliver truly compelling music only when picking through their way-back catalog onstage. Although they've long cultivated outsider status, Pearl Jam grew up like any other rockist Gen Xers. TUESDAY AT 7:30, THROUGH JULY 9, Madison Square Garden, 2 Penn Plaza, 212-307-7171. (Christgau)

OUMOU SANGARE+RAMITA DIAKITESangare remains the nearest thing to a feminist genius ever to arise in African popular music. Not only does she stand up for herself and her sisters, she bends Malian tradition to the message. Diakite is something like a genuine disciple, with an impressive debut album ready to stake her claim. WEDNESDAY AT 7, Rumsey Playfield, Central Park, midpark, at 72nd Street, 212-360-CPSS. (Christgau)

DAVID S. WARE+HENRY GRIMESThe doubleheader of the summer is only around for three days, so an early reservation is probably a good idea. Ware's Quartet, which released one of the last year's most impressive keepers, an interpretation of Sonny Rollins's Freedom Suite, gets much of its power from a rhythm team as tight as a fist: Matthew Shipp, William Parker, Guillermo Brown. Grimes, who went from Rollins to Cecil Taylor to an absence of many decades, debuts his quintet with Roy Campbell and Rob Brown, having already shown at the Visions Festival that he's lost none of the verve and technique that established him as one of the key bassists of the late '50s and '60s. TUESDAY AT 8 AND 10, THROUGH JULY 10, Iridium, 1650 Broadway, 212-582-2121. (Giddins)


JEAN-LUC MYLAYNEMylayne stalks birds with a single-mindedness that might be alarming were the results—these big color photos of sparrows, wrens, and other backyard specimens in their natural habitats—any less understated or any less wonderful. Because the photographer usually allows his subjects to hide in plain sight, many of his pictures appear to be of gardens, patios, or some undistinguished patch of turned-up earth. Perched somewhere in all these shots is an alert little creature around which the image resolves, its seemingly incidental presence flooding the frame with unaccountable but barely suppressed joy. THROUGH AUGUST 15, Barbara Gladstone Gallery, 515 West 24th Street, 212-206-9300. (Aletti)

FRANK PAULINWithout overstating his case, Silverstein puts Paulin forward as an overlooked figure from the '50s who is, at 77, still making pictures. It's easy to see why the work slipped from notice; Paulin's black-and-white photos of New York and Chicago street scenes pale in comparison to Ted Croner's and Dan Weiner's, much less Harry Callahan's and Helen Levitt's. But give them time. Many pictures here reward close attention with subtle bits of dramatic incident, a genuine sense of tenderness, or a kind of quiet restraint that's rare in street work: the grimy grid of windows on an El platform, for instance, just above the chalked declaration I love you. THROUGH JULY 12, Bruce Silverstein Gallery, 504 West 22nd Street, 212-627-3930. (Aletti)

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