With one wiry cute guy and one burlier bearded guy, the Gay Blades bear more than a passing resemblance to Jake Shears and Babydaddy of the Scissor Sisters—kind of funny, given that this local duo treats big-riff cock rock the same way the Scissor Sisters handle glammed-up disco-pop. (With a sense of humor and a splash of sass, that is to say.) On Ghosts, their recently released debut, singer-guitarist Clark Westfield contemplates the utility of mittens and the way robots can fuck your shit up, while drummer Puppy Mills (get it?) lays down the honky-funk Bonham beats. Not unlike the Sisters, though, the Blades' real deal is their swagger-soaked live show. The roof (and your eyebrows) will be raised. With Demander.
Tue., April 7, 9 p.m., 2009
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