The Men
Tuesday, Nov. 5
8pm
Tickets $12
Music Hall of Williamsburg (66 N. 6 St.)
Brooklyn foursome the Men’s punk sound is about as classic as it gets. In just two years they’ve released three LPs full of classic post-hardcore guitar assault and cymbal heavy raucousness. Now the band’s supporting their latest effort, a 5-song EP, “Campfire Songs,” which includes a few stripped down songs from their last LP, “New Moon,” that, you guessed it, would be right at home around a bunch of burning longs. Sure, these tracks sound as demure as a sleeping kitten compared to the source material, but there’s no Kumbaya here.
The B-52s
Thursday, Nov. 7
8pm
Tickets $52
Brooklyn Bowl (61 Wythe Ave.)
You guys. The B-52s. At Brooklyn Bowl. The B-52s are still a great party band. Brooklyn Bowl is a great party venue. Singers Fred Schneider, Cate Pierson and Cindy Wilson still have it. Pierson and Wilson still have those crazy awesome bouffant hairdos. Tickets aren’t cheap to this show, but my guess is that this classic New Wave group with have the lanes a rockin’ tonight. Hurry up, and bring your juke box money.
Girl in a Coma
Friday, Nov. 8
8pm
Tickets $13 in advance/ $15 at the door
Knitting Factory (361 Metropolitan Ave.)
A brief primer on Girl in a Coma: this three-piece (all girl) band hails from San Antonio, is on Joan Jett’s label, Blackheart Records (two-thirds of the band wear Joan Jett-inspired haircuts), and cover both Selena and Patsy Cline in live sets. But quick observations aside, this band rocks, loudly and with a calculated abandon.
Diarrhea Planet
Saturday, Nov. 9
8pm
Tickets $10
Glasslands (289 Kent Ave.)
Sorry, that’s the band’s name. But for those quick to pre-judge based on titles alone (hey, I’m with you) this Nashville six-piece is more dynamic than what you might expect from a band with a word for excrement in the name, which serves as more of a distraction–and maybe a deterrent–than an apropos indicator. With four (FOUR!) guitarists, there’s always something shreddy going on, but the band’s more pop-punk with, dare I say, a dash of glam a la Kiss and the New York Dolls.
