IRON MAIDEN+DIO+MOTÖRHEAD Fuck the prefab faux-sexuality of all the new pretty-boy garage rockers. You want sonic deflowering? Lick one of Lemmy's warts, reach down and pat li'l Ronnie J's balding head, and catch a banshee jet stream from ole Bruce's Valhalla-rising gullet (rhymes with ____?). I don't want any L-train puppy love fashionista refashioned-vintage-metal-T ironic courtship. I want it hot and nasty in the back of my Camaro—like we use-tah, baby. It's legacy, it's legend, it's Metal 101, and surprisingly, after all the years, tears, and beers all three bands' most recent are way headbang-able. FRIDAY AT 7, PNC Bank Arts Center, Holmdel, New Jersey, 732-335-0400; SATURDAY AT 7, Jones Beach Theater, 1000 Ocean Parkway, Wantagh, New York, 516-221-1000. (Bosler)

'LOLLAPALOOZA' Since the Alternative Nation doesn't produce bands of both genuine artistic merit and commercial clout like it did when Lollapalooza debuted, credit Perry Farrell and Co. for finding a nice balance of art and commerce for the festival's long-awaited comeback. For starters there's the arena-ready headliners Audioslave, token alt-minded hip-hoppers J5, girl-punk underdogs Donnas, awesomely weird stoner-rockers with some commercial clout of their own Queens of the Stone Age, as well as the resurgent Jane's Addiction, who should draw some old-school alt-heads. For bigass rock festivals this summer, you could do a lot worse. Also: Incubus, the Distillers, and more. WEDNESDAY AT NOON, PNC Bank Arts Center, Holmdel, New Jersey, 212-307-7171. (Hoard)

JEREMY PELT Some music just can't wait to get into the air, and the young trumpeter's new Insight wrecks like Twister. Pelt's drummer, Ralph Peterson, once called it volition, and indeed, as the bandleader's animated hard bop asserts itself, a great willfulness emerges. It makes his take of Hancock's "Madness" border on intimidating, and it gives his ballads a truly singular lyrical depth. Let's hear it for vehemence! WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY AT 8 & 10, Sweet Rhythm, 88 Seventh Avenue South, 212-255-3626. (Macnie)

Hello muddah, hello faddah: David Letterle and Joanna Chilcoat in Todd Graff's performance-driven Camp (see film).
photo: Dennis Yeandle
Hello muddah, hello faddah: David Letterle and Joanna Chilcoat in Todd Graff's performance-driven Camp (see film).

RILO KILEY Jenny Lewis is the nice girl who says "Thank you guys" a lot and "fuck" occasionally—the new wave honey punk-rock guys dream of. Blake Sennett squeezes licks and solos and rude noises out of his guitar and provides vocal change-of-pace. Everybody switches instruments and takes turns. Arranged yet loose, they make the songband format take off. In a better world, they'd be real big, not just alt big. With M.Ward and Band of Four and the Statistics. SUNDAY AT 8:30, Bowery Ballroom, 6 Delancey Street, 212-533-2111. (Christgau)

SPITS+LITTLE KILLERS+BLACK LIPS+ANDY G & THE ROLLER KINGS+SOME ACTION Seattle skate-skate-skaters the Spits do a thuggish, lumpen, snot-nosed, flat-voiced but still way catchy merger of early Ramones and pre-oi! Brit guttersnipe punk, with electronic keybs stuck in there subliminally; Black Lips are ingeniously incoherent teen garbage-can cave-punks from Atlanta. Everybody else here is local: Little Killers, balls-of-fire tomcats of both genders chasing stuck-up like spiders; Roller Kings, dancefloor-happy sax-honky hoods; Some Action, powerpoppers not quite blessed with the power or pop of the Flamin' Groovies' "Shake Some Action," but few are. FRIDAY AT 9, Sin-é, 148 Attorney Street, 212-388-0077. (Eddy)

MARK TURNER & ETHAN IVERSON QUARTET What happens when you combine quick wits and deep minds? You get a band that entertains as it busts some heavy moves. That's what happens when the tenor player with the lithe lines meets the pianist with the keen touch. In this situation Iverson forgoes the Bad Plus giddies for some lyrical maneuvers, and Turner is egged out of his occasionally insular shell to stomp around a bit. Some call that win-win. The drummer is Billy Hart. Some call that win-win-win. WEDNESDAY THROUGH SUNDAY AT 9:30 AND 11:30, FRIDAY AND SATURDAY, ALSO AT 1 A.M., Village Vanguard, 178 Seventh Avenue South, 212-255-4037. (Macnie)


ANSEL ADAMS John Szarkowski's "re-evaluation" of Adams's career is so rigorous, so shrewd, and so elegantly organized that even those of us who have dismissed the photographer as a Sierra Club sentimentalist have to acknowledge his austere modernist brilliance. Adams's famous Western landscape vistas are included here alongside less familiar and more abstract images of mountains, grasses, weathered trees, and desert rocks in an installation that's persuasive, unpredictable, and never didactic. Szarkowski's choice of exceptional, often rather small prints puts magnificence in context and suggests that Adams understated, rather than inflated, nature's grandeur. THROUGH NOVEMBER 3, Museum of Modern Art, 33rd Street and Queens Boulevard, Long Island City, Queens, 212-708-9400. (Aletti)

ELLEN KOOI The seven staged panoramic images in this Dutch photographer's New York debut introduce us to a world where the ordinary slides quietly into the fantastic. Three young boys perch like birds atop a plant nursery fence; two women kneel in the street, screaming into the grates of sewer drains; the population of a small village walks single file out of a lake and up a grassy hill. Even if she seems to be sampling Justine Kurland, Simen Johan, and Kahn/Selesnick, Kooi has a deft, light touch that gives her work a dreamlike power. THROUGH AUGUST 8, P.P.O.W., 555 West 25th Street, 212-647-1044. (Aletti)


'BLUEPRINT SERIES' The young who cluster, justifiably, around downtown theater's éminence grise, Richard Foreman, get their chance to strut their own stuff when this annual fest of works-in-progress rolls around. In this year's series, Timothy Braun spins off on Foreman's writings; Ann Marie Healy and Josh Hecht plumb the mysteries of death and domesticity in Minnesota; Young Jean Lee studies the metaphysics of morals, apparently in Mandarin bops talk (the press synopsis starts "ching chang chong bong bang bing"—and goes on that way); and Eric Powers snoops in the Alice books. Sounds like fun. OPENS WEDNESDAY, THROUGH AUGUST 3, Ontological at St. Marks, 10th Street and Second Avenue, 212-533-4650. (Feingold)

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