A fluid, insistent guitar style that's disco at moments and flanged at others, plus a magnetic, over-enunciating frontman? Yes, that's Nashville's Sol Cat, a weirdly thrilling smash-up of first-album Franz Ferdinand and fake-tamed Anthony Kiedis. There's a crowd-pleasing lilt to their rock that skews pop -- they may as might have dubbed themselves "Soul Patch" -- but the sheer weirdness of the sonics clothing every hook may well endear Sol Cat to both the 12-CD a year punter and the Brooklyn beardo who wishes the Strokes employed more effects pedals in the studio.
Thu., April 24, 10 p.m., 2014
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