The 10 Best Concerts in New York This Week, 10/7/2013


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Monday, 10/7:

Earl Sweatshirt + Domo Genesis + Vince Staples
Bowery Ballroom
9 p.m., $20/$25
When we first met Earl Sweatshirt, he was but a 16-year-old kid, sitting in a hair salon, blending and drinking the foulest-looking beverage imaginable and rapping impossibly dense bars. Three years later, the kid still might not be grown, but he remains wise beyond his years, spending the time in between at Samoan boarding school but returning stronger than ever, confident and self-aware both in life (a recent New York Times Magazine interview was one of the publication’s best in recent memory) and on the mic, dropping tiered metaphors like the one about how his interwoven verses are “36 fish netted like the hook was inefficient.” With Vince Staples. — By Nick Murray

Julieta Venegas
Irving Plaza
7 p.m., $39.50
If you take 2003’s, 2006’s Limón y Sal, and 2010’s Otra Cosa out of view, one gets a very different impression of Julieta Venegas. Gone, for the most part, would be the pop chanteuse of that trilogy of albums, whose effervescent tunes catapulted her into the upper echelons of Latin-Pop stardom, and instead, one would find an artist more interested in texture and rhythm than pop hooks. This is the Julieta Venegas of her first two albums, Aquí and Bueninvento, a singer-songwriter whose contribution to the Amores Perros soundtrack was a tour de force of cerebral atmospherics–a song about as far from the fizziness of “Andar Conmigo” or “Eres Para Mí” as is possible. Now, with 2013’s Los Momentos, Venegas has reconciled these two stages of her career with a sort of moody synth-pop that weds the sonic experimentation of her early days to the accessible charm of her 2000s-era trilogy of albums. — By Winston Groman

Tuesday, 10/8:

Panic! At the Disco
McKittrick Hotel
7 p.m., $30-$105
With the exclamation point safely placed back in their name, Panic! At the Disco have returned to their noir-esque, weird selves as they prepare to release their latest album, Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die!, also complete with an exclamation point. The title, a reference to Hunter S. Thompson’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas keeps up with the band’s attraction to literary themes (see also: the numerous Chuck Palahniuk-inspired lyrics in their debut A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out), and in honor of the album’s release, the band will take their lit love to the extreme by participating in the interactive Macbeth play Sleep No More and giving a concert at the formerly abandoned McKittrick Hotel in Chelsea. — By Brittany Spanos

Wednesday, 10/9:

Sara Bareilles
Radio City Music Hall
8 p.m., $35-$75
Yeah, you might still play kickball, collect comic books (sorry, “graphic novels”), and walk around Billyburg wearing a T-shirt repping your favorite band from high school, but deep down, you are an adult. So don’t sleep on Sara Bareilles just because her music is labeled “adult contemporary.” “Love Song” (as in “I’m not gonna write you one/’Cause you asked for it”) is still her biggest hit, but the inspirational “Brave” is all over the radio, and I see her anti-mansplaining anthem “King of Anything” appearing in your Spotify activity far more than you’d like to admit. Tonight, she headlines the very adult Radio City Music Hall. See you there. — By Nick Murray

Watain + In Solitude + Tribulation
Irving Plaza
7 p.m., $25
For all the hoo-ha about how scary and threatening Scandinavian black metal is, few bands actually cover themselves in animal blood and worship Satan, and even fewer make it to the States to tour. One of the lucky ones–if you want to call them that–is Watain, a Swedish group who have boasted about making audiences vomit from the smell of their own putrid, blood-soaked clothes. So tonight will be a sort of litmus test for just how much Irving Plaza can take, when the band stops through to promote their latest album, The Wild Hunt. With In Solitude and Tribulation. — By Kory Grow

Thursday, 10/10:

The 1975
Bowery Ballroom
Wednesday & Thursday, 9 p.m., $16/$18
Of course, the world will never have enough alt-rock groups eager to assume their own take on sex, drugs, rock and roll and the glory of youth. It’s been a minute since pop-punk had these topics on lock, and indie rock seems to have rescinded a bit, so in steps UK-based group the 1975. Applying a coating of pop on U2 or Coldplay-tinged guitar intricacy, along with catchy male falsetto and easy lyrics, the 1975 even work in a little r&b. There’s something here for everyone, except those who yearn for deeper meanings. Imagine the Killers, toothless and with more synthesizers. — By Caitlin White

The Pocket Opera Players
Symphony Space
Thursday & Friday, 8 p.m., $30-$35
With the New York City Opera shuttered (see you later, David H. Koch Theater), there’s no better time to explore New York City opera’s small, independent, and intelligent alternatives. Comedy and tragedy share a promising bill in the Pocket Opera Players’ world premieres of two one-act operas: POP founder (and MacArthur Fellow) John Eaton’s farcical Re-Routed, based on Dostoevsky’s “Bobok,” and Michael Dellaira’s The Death of Webern, which explores the (accidental?) shooting of Anton Webern by an American soldier in 1945. — By Richard Gehr

Friday, 10/11:

Brandon Seabrook & Mary Halvorson
Roulette Brooklyn
8 p.m., $20
Gonna be a big one. Two of town’s most inspired guitarists bring their leftie POVs to a room that breeds experimentation. Seabrook can be high-flying, with a fearless blitzkrieg approach. Halvorson is as sneaky as they come, twirling her lines in a way that lassos you before even realize she’s got a rope in her hand. There’s always a mix-and-match mentality to these kind of things, but I bet their hijinks find a lot of common ground. — By Jim Macnie

Hanni El Khatib + Bass Drum of Death
Bowery Ballroom
9 p.m., $15
After spending a good amount of time as a creative director at the skateboarding/clothing company HUF, Hanni El Khatib decided to pursue music as a career instead of a hobby. Taking his expertise in the fields of marketing and design to the helm of a new label, Innovative Leisure, he helps promote other bands on the label while simultaneously putting out gritty, throwback rock that sounds black and blue instead of punk. His sophomore album Head in the Dirt presents a raucous, unapologetic ride through blues with revved guitars and walls of drums. — By Caitlin White

Zevious + Sonar
8 p.m., $8
Brooklyn’s Shapeshifter has already established itself as a haven for jazz-metal, but now NYC forward-thinkers Zevious enter into the fray: The trio’s deconstruction of the Minutemen’s jazz-damaged punk, Nels Cline avant-guitar godliness, and Behold The Arctopus-like tech-metal precision converge head on on Passing Through The Wall, the trio’s just-dropped second record. Zevious’s compositions are punk-jazz yet tight and complexities are abound with metallic underpinnings. Prepare to have your brain fried on sick riffage and drums assault. — By Brad Cohan

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