The 10 Best Concerts in New York This Weekend, 1/9/15
See Future Islands on Friday at Terminal 5.
Photo by Tim Saccenti
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Friday, 1/9 Dr. Dog Music Hall of Williamsburg 8 p.m., $25–$35 Between those groovy guitar riffs, that blissful tambourine, and the wailing background add-ins, Dr. Dog make music that just plain feels good. It's the kind of music that travels through your ears, into your body, and out through your inevitably dancing limbs. There is something undeniably psychedelic about the Pennsylvania-based folk-rockers, their music reminiscent of a bygone era. Dr. Dog's two main members, Scott McMicken and Toby Leaman, began jamming in the eighth grade, and over the years their sound has ripened and developed. Over seven studio albums, the band has traversed lo-fi, alternative-indie, folk, and psychedelic rock. Dr. Dog are coming to New York City for a whopping eight days, playing four shows at the Music Hall of Williamsburg and four at the Bowery Ballroom — four of the eight shows are already sold out, so fans sixteen and older should grab their tickets before they're totally gone. — By Eleanor Lambert
Slick Rick Brooklyn Bowl 9 p.m., $15 Everyone's favorite bad-boy storyteller, Slick Rick, is back in NYC this new year. Although he hasn't put out an album in more than fifteen years, he has guested on singles from Raekwon to Ghostface to Jay-Z, and his flow is as sharp as ever. Known best for his ceaseless dedication as a raconteur, Slick Rick, born Ricky Martin Lloyd Walters, is consistently creating roles and filling them with the most inventive yet relatable characters. From "La-Di-Da-Di" to "Hey Young World," the man's music is everywhere, and his infamous "Children's Story" has been sampled in over 600 songs since its release. Despite his tumultuous past and history with the law, Slick Rick is focused on positivity, attending correctional facilities to mentor youths and advising high school and college music students. On January 9, Slick Rick performs a solo show at the Brooklyn Bowl where anyone 21 and over can catch the witty, eye-patch-wearing Brit spit fantastical stories that always resonate in reality. $15 at the door, cash only. Doors are at 6 and the show starts at 9 p.m. — By Eleanor Lambert
Neneh Cherry Highline Ballroom 7 p.m., $35 Neneh Cherry, the criminally overlooked trip-hop songstress whose 1989 dance-rap MTV sensation "Buffalo Stance" still reverberates to this day with its know-how 'tude and hardcore feminist raison d'être, remarkably plays her first-ever NYC show. The globetrotting Swedish-born punk disciple and stepdaughter of legendary trumpeter Don Cherry, she vanished from the limelight before her unlikely collaboration with Swiss avant-jazz skronkers the Thing on mind-blowing all-covers LP The Cherry Thing in 2012. Now Cherry is celebrating the titillating beats-/poetry-driven minimalist soul jazz of the Four Tet–produced Blank Project, her first record of originals since 1996. Fittingly, Cherry is joined by synth-drum duo RocketNumberNine as her backing band. DFA-signed world music stylist Sinkane and guitar whiz Kaki King open. This is a super-rare chance to see art-pop queen Cherry in soulful action. (Be sure to read our interview with Neneh Cherry.) — By Brad Cohan
Future Islands Terminal 5 8 p.m., $25–$100 They released one of the best-loved songs of 2014, and Future Islands are sure to play it during their two-night stay at Terminal 5. Expect the melancholic Batlimore-based synthpop group to draw heavily from Singles, their album released back in March on 4AD. About that romantic, triumphant single, "Seasons (Waiting on You)": "[It's] a song about love, letting go, learning from your mistakes, and always feeling that pull — yearning for a certain love, as time goes by and seasons change. It is simply a song about the human experience," says vocalist Samuel T. Herring. Prepare to be overcome with the feels. Tickets are sold out for both nights, but you can find them on the secondary market. — By Nick Lucchesi
Saturday, 1/10Winter JazzfestLe Poisson Rouge
8 p.m., $25–$145 Corn. U. Copia. You know, like overabundance, like variety, like horn o' plenty. The annualWinter Jazzfest
swamps an array of venues in the Village — the kind of gathering that can make even the most dedicated fan a bit dizzy. With over a decade of victories under its belt, this year the fest adds more venues and more artists. That mandates more decisions, of course. It's 11:15 on Friday; are you planting yourself at Marc Ribot & the Young Philadelphians, Kris Davis's INFRASOUND, or Marcus Strickland's Twi-Life? Obviously not an affair for hand-wringers. You've gotta make a choice and act in order to claim prime real estate at each space. How else to absorb the myriad subgenres, from drummer Dafnis Prieto's Cuban-slanted fusion to guitarist Anthony Pirog's progtastic dreamscapes to the Vandermark-Wooley reed-brass abstractions? The 2015 don't-miss event seems obvious: the ICP Orchestra, in from Amsterdam to blow minds and tickle funny bones (grab their newEast of the Sun
immediately). And hats off to Andrew D'Angelo for the slate's most appropriate band name: The entire weekend, after all, Sounds Like Fun. —By Jim Macnie
Lydia Lynch Rough Trade NYC 8 p.m., $15–$18 Lydia Lunch, the big, sexy noise-queen of brutarians and holier-than-thou No Wave iconoclastic angel who schooled Thurston Moore's ass in Skronk Guitar 101, makes yet another triumphant return to New York from her Barcelona abode with her band of Retrovirus brutes. Still on a glorious noise-mongering high from touring the shit out of 2013's career-spanning live-document face-melter, Retrovirus, Lunch, along with Herculean guitarist Weasel Walter, fret-destroying Child Abuse bassist Tim Dahl, and legendary Sonic Youth/Pussy Galore skins-basher Bob Bert, recently entered Colin Marston's (Dysrhythmia, Krallice) Menegroth/1000 Caves Queens studio to inflict more methodical mayhem. Tonight, Lunch and Retrovirus — in a rare Brooklyn gig — will once again breathe sonic life into her No Wave– and punk-defining catalog, as she dips into tasty rippers from her Teenage Jesus and the Jerks and 8-Eyed Spy days and cuts from killer records 13.13 and Queen of Siam, among other tunes that crystallized then–scum central New York City. Doors are at 8 p.m. $15 advance/$18 day of show. — By Brad Cohan
Chris Forsyth & the Solar Motel Band Palisades 8 p.m., $8 Representing Philly's holy six-string crew, along with Purling Hiss, Spacin', and Birds of Maya, is dizzying fret-hopping overlord and anti-shred guitar hero Chris Forsyth. Like a tie-dye-draped, acid-trippin' Tom Verlaine stumbling down the Bowery, Forsyth and his Solar Motel Band — purveying weavers of riffage — whip up a righteous finger-picking hurricane of classic-rock stoner, Seventies EV punk, and free-improv skronk-drip on the epic guitarscapes of Intensity Ghost, one of last year's best slabs. For Forsyth, a student of Television guitarist Richard Lloyd and an unabashed Deadhead, the guitar lick sculpting and solo majesty continue after 2013's cosmic Solar Motel. Fellow psych-rock explorers and Brooklyn mainstays Oneida share this awe-inspiring lineup that also includes freak-folker Mike Wexler. Doors are 8 p.m. and the cover is $10. — By Brad Cohan
See the Psychedelic Furs on Sunday.
The Psychedelic Furs Highline Ballroom 8 p.m., $40 Since reuniting in 2000 after a decade-long hiatus, British new-wave legends The Psychedelic Furs have been largely riding a nostalgia wave and playing the greatest hits — with such classics as "Pretty in Pink," "Love My Way," and "The Ghost in You" to their name, they have a deep well from which to draw. While their shows may be all about the past, the Furs' driving, velvety punk still sparkles as it draws sighs from a nostalgic audience — and rumors of a long-awaited new album swirl. Jazz artists Sarah Slean, Madeleine Peyroux, and Landau Eugene Murphy open the show, which is $35 in advance and $40 at the door, which opens at 6 p.m. — By Karen Gardiner
Meek Is Murder Saint Vitus Bar 8 p.m., $8 An evening of grindcore goodness is in store tonight for all at Saint Vitus. Just take a look at how the four bands on the bill describe themselves: There's Meek Is Murder, presenting "Brooklyn whatevercore" and "music for troubled weirdos." Manhattan's Vomit Fist, which includes a father/son duo, offers "blackened grindcore for your guts and face." Aminals, a "zombie band" from Boston, has generated a nice little buzz with their 2014 album. And Jersey's Budd Dwyer delivers "grindcore for its own sake." Patrons expecting short, face-melting bursts of music straddling the line between metal and punk are unlikely to be disappointed. Those looking for birthday shenanigans might be equally satiated, as the 11th also happens to be the day upon which Mike Keller, guitarist of Meek Is Murder, was unleashed upon this world. — By Linda Leseman
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