Check the storeroom: Are there enough beaver pelts and salted meats to last through the chill? Probably not. Luckily, there is one traveler who’s happy to bring the heat: Joe Preston, late of SunnO))) and a veteran of Earth and Melvins, amongst other heavy types, has appeared again through the blinding snow to bring his ongoing solo project around for another pass. As Thrones, Preston combines the analog and mechanical, primordial tar, and the claustrophobic shout of a voice surrounded by snow drifts; it’ll warm you up, just like a St. Bernard with a chin-strap amplifier instead of a cask of rum. Go ahead, drink it in.
Fri., Feb. 19, 10 p.m., 2010