The 10 Best Concerts in New York This Week, 2/10/14


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Monday, 2/10:

Brooklyn Bowl
9:00 p.m., $35
Don’t forget: Before festivals (bigger and bigger), Grammys (six of them now), and Avicii and Benny Benassi remixes (they’re actually pretty good), Skrillex was Sonny Moore, a post-hardcore screamer and guitarist who was far from mainstream. This week, he attempts something like a return to his roots, playing five NYC shows but shunning the big venues for places like Music Hall of Williamsburg, Output, and SRB Brooklyn. Tonight, he plays Brooklyn Bowl with former Def Jam house producer and current Baauer collaborator Just Blaze. — By Nick Murray

Tuesday, 2/11:

Octo Octa + Leverage Models + Test House + Certain Creatures
The Glasslands Gallery
8:30 p.m., $10
Octo Octa’s Mike Morrison, a Brooklyn-based beatmaker signed to rising Los Angeles dance label 100% Silk, found himself musically and psychologically on Between Two Selves, his debut full-length from earlier this year. His songs have always been rich with longing and desire (as is the case with most house music) but tracks like “His Kiss” take it to another breakbeat-driven level, referencing his deep understanding of the genre and,as the album title suggests, his explorations of relationships with queerness. — By Harley Oliver Brown

The Word
Brooklyn Bowl
8:00 p.m., $25
Instrumental gospel music doesn’t get any more transcendent than this supergroup consisting of North Mississippi All-Stars Luther (guitar) and Cody (drums) Dickinson, keyboard experimentalist John Medeski, Eric Krasno (bass), and secret ingredient Robert Randolph (steel guitar). The spirit arises out of Randolph’s sacred steel tradition but inflates to include many realms of improvisation. — By Richard Gehr

Wednesday, 2/12:

Bodega Bamz + Tree + DJ Getlive
Knitting Factory Brooklyn
9:30 p.m., free w/ RSVP
Bodega Bamz is a rapper from New York, which you probably know because he has the word bodega in his name. He’s a happy man. A joyful man. A man who talks fast, and a man who raps faster. He’s a man on a mission to become one of the biggest rappers in the game, which, like, tbr, he probably won’t become one of the biggest rappers in the game. But his live show is one of the few rap shows that don’t suck, which makes him already better than Chief Keef. — By Eric Sundermann

Total Slacker + Perfect Pussy + Life Size Maps + Honduras
Baby’s All Right
8:00 p.m., $10
The hype doesn’t come from the allegedly risque name but rather the raw, no-bullshit velocity. Every Perfect Pussy song is a blast-bomb of electric feeling, with Meredith Graves’ screams trashing around in her bandmates’ elemental acid-bath barnburners. The genre isn’t punk or punk-pop so much as chaotic, artificially enhanced hardcore that always leaves you desperate for more, more, more. — By Raymond Cummings

See also: We Smoked Weed With Total Slacker at the Olive Garden in Times Square

Wednesday, 2/12:

Kid Sister
The Glasslands Gallery
8:30 p.m., $12
Kid Sister’s IRL big bro, DJ J2K, has, as one half of Flosstradamus, spent the past couple years pushing their aggressive rap-EDM fusion to larger and larger audiences, but her own neo-hip-house has been better for longer. These days, it seems as though the biggest problem with 2009’s Ultraviolet, a record that at the time was knocked for coming out so much later than expected, was that it came out a couple years too soon. And while she may not be able to afford Ultraviolet producers like Steve Angello and Sebastian Ingrosso, new tracks like the Frank Ski-sampling “Hoes in This House” should be more than enough to lure you to tonight’s Glasslands show. Arrive early for Nadus’s opening set, which should feature the incredible Newark DJ cutting between local club hits and his own recent explorations into Chicago footwork. — By Nick Murray

Jonathan Wilson
Bowery Ballroom
8:00 p.m., $20
A classic rocker to his core, Jonathan Wilson writes, sings, and plays guitar as though Charles Manson had never slayed the ’60s. His music is rooted deeply in the crafty experimentalism of CSN&Y and Roy Harper, and his excellent band jams like a Southern-fried Pink Floyd — none of which is meant to diminish his intense personal vision. Laaraji is a prolific musical mystic whose amplified zither earned him a spot in Brian Eno’s Ambient album series more than three decades ago. — By Richard Gehr

Thursday, 2/13:

Macy Gray
Thursday & Friday, 8:00 p.m. & 10:00 p.m. daily, $45-$200
Who knew that Macy Gray was one of our best contemporary jazz singers? It took no less a force than David Murray to coax her out of the r&b closet and back onstage last year, where between costume changes she appeared to be having a blast vamping about vampires and other creatures of the night. Here, you’ll likely hear more of her own material, including songs from Gray’s most recent album, a fairly revelatory collection of Stevie Wonder tunes. — By Richard Gehr

Aruán Ortiz
Thursday & Friday, 8:30 p.m. daily, $15
The Cuban pianist spent plenty of time honing ideas as a sideman, and it’s paid off. Almost every time you catch him in a leadership role there’s something intriguing going down. This three-night residency in the cozy Gowanus space reveals three new Ortiz ensembles, and each has its attractions. Hearing him with singer Fay Victor and guitarist Rez Abbasi in discrete groups should be fun, but it’s likely the Analytical Symmetry foursome that boasts Alessi, Attias, and Fujiwara might be the most seductive. Like their boss for the evening, each has knack for juxtaposing dissonance and lyricism. — By Jim Macnie

Friday, 2/14:

Cibo Matto
Le Poisson Rouge
6:30 p.m., $20/$25
Japanese food-rap duo Cibo Matto cut two excellent records in the 1990s, then disappeared into the solo-joint ghetto. Their sound — a synthesis of hip-hop, bossa nova, DJ culture, and rock — is the equivalent of being stalked by a fusion gourmet food truck in the L.A. of Blade Runner; now, with third album Hello Valentine, they’ve resuscitated it for an age when culture is so diffuse that epileptic-baiting videos like the one for comeback single “MFN” inevitably get lost in the shuffle. Which isn’t to say that you shouldn’t be at this show, where you should beg them to play “Know Your Chicken.” — By Raymond Cummings

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