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The Ten Best Concerts in NYC This Week

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Here are the 10 best concerts around the city this week.


Scott Weiland

Highline Ballroom. Mon., 8pm. $47.50-$125
From Stone Temple Pilots to Velvet Revolver, not to overlook a couple of solo records and (gasp!) a Christmas disc, oft-emaciated Scott Weiland has a lot of material to put food on his table. Tonight, he’ll be performing what’s promised as two decades of the post-grunge crooner’s “greatest hits” in the intimate Highline Ballroom. Here’s to hoping for an intimate version of Scott’s Velvet Revolver single “Slither.” — By Kory Grow

Neil Young and Crazy Horse
Madison Square Garden. Tue., 7:30pm. $63-$263.
A couple of weeks ago flannel-wearing, proto-grunge sensitivo Neil Young turned 67, but he still seems to have his eyes fixed on the future, having recently pulled out of reunion tour with his mid ’60s group Buffalo Springfield. His latest album, Psychedelic Pill–and second this year to feature his old pals in his backing band Crazy Horse–is a mindfuck in the best way possible: On three 15-plus-minute dirtily produced jams and five shorter numbers, he manages to sound vital and inspired for close to 90 minutes, which would be no small feat for most artists half his age. — By Kory Grow

Japanther
Cameo Gallery. Tue., 8pm. $12-$15
Last year, the Brooklyn-based “performance art” garage-pop duo Japanther inspired quite a mini-riot at Lincoln Center’s Rock and Roll Circus, when two fans whipped the audience into a crowd-surfing, elbow-throwing frenzy. They got through three songs. Japanther’s music, by itself, though, is not the sort of thing that seems to lend itself to convulsive spasms. On the contrary, their most recent album, 2011’s Beets, Limes, and Rice, is chock-full of catchy, lo-fi rawk nuggets that owe more of a debt to the counterculture music of the ’60s than the hardcore calls to arms most often associated with moshing. So the magic ingredient must have something to do with vocalist-bassist Matt Reilly’s untamed mane or the way his yelping meshes with drummer Ian Vanek’s beat-crashing antics that just makes people lose control. With Ninjasonik and Slam Donahue. — By Kory Grow

Ely Guerra + Eugenia León + Tania Libertad
Carnegie Hall. Tue., 8pm. $15-$75
It takes a trio of Mexican divas to salute larger-than-life Costa Rica-born singer Chavela Vargas, who died in August at age 93. Known as “the rough voice of tenderness,” Vargas became the authoritative interpreter of many Mexican rancheras, boleros, and corridos. No slouches themselves, Guerra, Léon, and Libertad have reshaped Mexican music as performers comfortable in the country’s rock, pop, folk, and nueva canción idioms. — By Richard Gehr

Jozef van Wissem & Jim Jarmusch + Marissa Nadler
Le Poisson Rouge. Tue., 10pm. $12-$15
Myth has it that this pair met on the streets of New York, and it’s no wonder they picked each other out: Their sophomore album, The Mystery of Heaven, sounds even more like a Jarmusch film than their debut, Concerning the Entrance into Eternity. It’s hypnotic, with the hallmark dense atmospherics and style over substance Jarmusch is known for, a rare entry into the slim collection of contemporary lute music beyond Sting’s brief foray. And Tilda Swinton has a vocal cameo. — By Aidan Levy
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Aaron Neville
Brooklyn Bowl. Wed., 8:30pm. $20
It took a lifetime, but the gnarliest, sweetest-singing Neville brother, 71, finally recorded the doo-wop album of his dreams with Don Was and Keith Richards. Neville has often recalled listening to his older brother Art and friends harmonizing outside their Calliope Projects home in New Orleans, and My True Story is a remarkably fresh-sounding celebration of the Drifters (“This Magic Moment”), Imperials (“Tears on My Pillow”), Clovers (“Ting-a-Ling”), and their manly ilk. — By Richard Gehr

Sky Ferreira + Acrylics
Glasslands Gallery. Wed., 8:30pm. $12
Three years after connecting with Swedish production duo Bloodshy & Avant–they of “Toxic,” “Piece of Me,” and many more–via MySpace, a just-turned-18 Sky Ferreira released “One,” a collaboration in which the soaring production is grounded by Ferreira’s melancholy vocals. Some considered it one of the best tracks of the year; others didn’t catch on until this year’s Ghost EP received praise everywhere from Pitchfork to The New York Times. After playing a handful of joint, brief showcases at this year’s CMJ, the rising singer heads to Glasslands tonight (and Mercury Lounge tomorrow) for a full set all her own. — By Nick Murray

The Gate

Douglass Street Music Collective. Tues. and Wed., 8pm. $10
When Melvins Lite recently rolled into town, it would have been apropos for King Buzzo and Dale Crover to have tabbed local cataclysmic, slow-death trio the Gate, as their opening act. Earlier this year, the avant-doom outfit (led by tuba skronkmaster Dan Peck) unleashed the wicked epic Destruction of Darkness and needless to say, it killed. Expect to be pushed as close as possible this evening. With Nate Wooley Quintet Omega (11/27) and Nate Wooley Quintet Alpha/Omega (11/28). — By Brad Cohan

Boys Noize + Spank Rock
Roseland Ballroom. Fri., 8pm. $40
Compressed crowd-pleasing riffs have made Alex Ridha omnipresent on the American festival circuit, and his most recent release as Boys Noize, Out of the Black, included a guest spot from Snoop Lion amidst the guzzling electro. As part of his first-ever live tour of America, Ridha lords over the comparatively intimate terrain of Roseland Ballroom with support from Spank Rock. — By Aaron Gonsher

‘Blkmarket Membership’ w/ Ben Klock + DVS1 + Taimur & Fahad + Ryan Elliott + Evan Baggs + Karina

Secret Location. Fri.,10pm. $30-$35
Ben Klock brings the battered techno as part of Blkmarket Membership’s Ostgut Ton night, celebrating the label arm of famed Berlin club and hedonism pit Berghain. Klock holds an ongoing residency there where he flexes through marathon sets that often stretch past eight hours. Fellow Ostgut resident Ryan Elliot and skeletal techno scientist DVS1 open. RSVP for location. — By Aaron Gonsher

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