Join the Family
Maybe you think you don’t care about the musical subgenre of psychobilly. Maybe the impeccable zombies-and-greasers style of The Sawyer Family doesn’t seem like it’s really your thing. Maybe you’ve never stumbled upon a Sawyer Family show and found yourself strangely charmed by the dark and moody spectacle of Count Vlad Zacul Sawyer’s personal relationship with his double bass.
The Sawyer Family fellows, with their ever-so-serious array of graveyard dirges, murder ballads and retro rock filtered through a horror movie script, transcend what could be a limited audience of tattooed girls with pinup bangs and pompadour-wearing guys in leather jackets. The reason is simple: They’re damn good at what they do. It might seem schticky, but the band’s image is a backdrop to solid songwriting and that elusive quality best described as “togetherness”: Even more than last time around, these four guys sound like a whole. The Burning Times, the Family’s new album, is a sleek (but not slick) collection of songs that keeps the cheeky, creepy cleverness of 2006’s Why Did God Create the Sawyer Family? while adding depth to the band’s sound and displaying their range. “Buried Alive” is a frenzied, brief, distorted fright-night burst that leads into the oddly named, unexpectedly soaring instrumental “Fistful of Titties.” Slouching, ominous, slinky “Flames” precedes the punkish, frantic “New England Fall“; the first single, the disarmingly pretty and sinister “Say Goodbye,” showcases Master Seth Sawyer’s ever-stronger mournful vocal side. The Burning Times was recorded live, and it maintains an echoing feel, as if that recording took place in an abandoned barn. It also serves as a calling card for The Sawyer Family’s shows: They’re like this, only even better. The Sawyer Family celebrates the release of The Burning Times with The Goddamn Gallows and Scrapyard Swag at 9 pm Saturday, Nov. 15, at the WOW Hall. $8 adv., $10 door. — Molly Templeton
Country Done Right
Even when he was writing frenzied punk songs for X, John Doe still had a soft spot in his barbed-wire heart for country music. He formed X’s one-off country alter-ego, The Knitters, in 1985, and the group performed country originals, covers and even revamped versions of X songs done as swing and traditional country tunes. His penchant for rootsier music eventually worked its way into later X albums, but it took a hiatus from his punk rock day job for Doe to truly explore his country tendencies. 1990’s Meet John Doe portrayed a raw and honest man saddling up his own musical horse and, with his weathered voice and Texas-sized guitar, riding circles around his country music contemporaries.
Fast-forward 18 years, seven solo albums, a sporadic acting career and an X reunion later and John Doe has settled into the kind of artist who is comfortable enough in his own well-worn skin that he quietly goes about his business, churning out one quality album after another. His song cycles, especially last year’s A Year in the Wilderness, offer a brute realism combined with a country-folk-ballad tenderness that borrows equally from his gutsy punk rock past and his gentler mid-tempo present. And he’s even become something of a guru, dishing out career advice, recording tips and words of wisdom in his web column, WWJDD or What Would John Doe Do? One thing he’s certain to do at this concert is show you how music is supposed to be done. John Doe plays with Kathleen Edwards at 8:30 pm Monday, Nov. 17 at John Henry’s. 21+ show. $20 adv., $23 door. — Jeremy Ohmes
One Gallant Rides Solo
When Adam Stephens takes the stage at Sam Bond’s on Wednesday, he might find a few looks of empathy. While touring in 2006 with his regular gig in San Francisco indie-rock act Two Gallants, he was repeatedly Tased by a Houston police officer who was responding to a noise complaint. Stephens escaped the melée, but his Gallant cohort, Tyson Vogel, was arrested. Fortunately, charges were thrown out after a video showed the police officer in the wrong.
But make no mistake, Stephens is no rabblerouser. He’s certainly got justice up his sleeve, but his solo songs more closely resemble cowboy poetry, like a folksier, slower-tempo Black Heart Procession. Switching from piano to an acoustic guitar for anthemic “The Miles We’ve Marched,” Stephens is joined by tourmate Jen Grady on cello and backing vocals and crafts a Dylanesque narrative with lines of rhyming poetry, “And the silkworm stars / they weave our coats / they feast our eyes / they mend our throats.” Whether you’re in the I’ve-Been-Tased club or not, you should enjoy these raw, weathered tunes. Adam Stephens plays with Yeltsin at 9 pm Wednesday, Nov. 19, at Sam Bond’s. 21+. $7. — Chuck Adams
Even though Mistah F.A.B. has been working on his major label debut, he made his mark first as an integral part of the Bay Area hyphy scene. For those who don’t know: Hyphy is party music, and thizzin’ is what it feels like when you drop E, drink a fifth or mess around with the little white powder that could. And while F.A.B.’s next album, Da Yellow Bus Rydah, is slated to come out on Atlantic Records, it’s still another F.A.B. album dedicated to the kids who like to get dumb. Not only is this record Mistah F.A.B’s first major label release, but Snoop Dogg, the ultimate party accessory, appears on one of the album’s singles, called (what else?) “Party On,” as does 50 Cent on “Some Weed.”
That is, if the album ever comes out; F.A.B. has delayed his major-label debut several times because of copyright clashes, and thus far, the Atlantic Records site makes no mention of him as an Atlantic artist. But if F.A.B. gets his shot at the major leagues, it’ll open doors for a lot of other talented local rappers who have also manufactured their careers out of nothing but pure ambition and a childhood of street school. Plus, you could argue that most mainstream hip hop shares a lot in common with Bay Area hyphy music: Kids still like to party, people still like to do drugs and party music is the stuff that sells. And that’s Mistah F.A.B.’s real bottom line. What else do you expect from a dude whose name is an acronym for, “Money Is Something to Always Have — FaEva Afta Bread”? Mistah F.A.B. performs with San Quinn and Glasses Malone at 9 pm Thursday, Nov. 20, at the WOW Hall. $13 adv., $15 door. — Sara Brickner
Ths Week’s GRRRLZ ROCK Pick
The Whiskey Spots Singing sweetheart Jamie Jarzemkoski makes the Whiskey Spots, whose old-timey, countrified speakeasy sound comes straight outta the freewheeling ‘20s. From ukelele to washtub bass, saw to kazoo, the jug band instrumentation and Jarzemkoski’s coy, flirtatious vocals invoke Prohibition-era entertainment without the alcohol ban. With Madame Flod, Bajuana Tea, Soulicious and Halie Loren, 9 pm Friday, Nov. 14, Sam Bond’s Garage. 21+. $6. — Sara Brickner