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7th St. Entry
Your first mental image of a band with a name like Black Moth Super Rainbow might be a group of unicorns, wizards, and trolls pumping out long-winded prog rock for hopelessly outdated fans. And you'd be half correct. Yet this bizarre outfit from rural western Pennsylvania, which features member monikers like Tobacco, Power Pill Fist, and Father Hummingbird, have caused a stir over the last year with their trippy folktronica pop sound. The group uses predominantly old analog gear, like a warped Boards of Canada with vocal filters, and an attitude that cheese can be tasteful in small doses. With Grey Skies and Mux Mool. $10/$12 at the door. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Tim Pratt
Trocaderos
Although almost always overshadowed by his LOX/D-Block brethren Jadakiss on their collective projects, the Yonkers-bred Styles P possesses more than enough hardcore magnetism and just enough message-driven songwriting talent to make impressive solo albums. 2002's A Gangster and a Gentleman was a smooth and at times haunting ride through the life of a thug with a conscience, belying the posturing of a studio gangster with fresh insights into the struggle. Plus, he had that monster weed-anthem "Good Times (I Get High)" (in heavy rotation at the Selbo ranch for many years). In between that and his continued Don Dada dreams mixed with social uplift, P guested with the likes of Ghostface and beefed with 50 before quickly serving up another platter a few months back on Koch (oh Koch, where would we be without you?) titled Super Gangster, Extraordinary Gentleman. Obviously, originality is not P's best attribute, but he knows what he does well, and then does it. Sounds super, if not extraordinary, to me. 18+. $30. 9 p.m. 107 Third Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.465.0440. —Jordan Selbo
7th St. Entry
Panther meet all three prerequisites of Portland residency: gnarly beards (groan), band membership, and vague political concerns. The duo's hippy-dippy DIY aesthetic follows them through their new release, 14 kt God, with patches of computer squeaking to singer Charlie Salas-Humara's mescaline-drenched falsetto. Eclectic and shifty (do I vote Green Party or Democrat?), Panther are sometimes disco funk, sometimes loopy drone. Either way, they induce indie tribal dancing in that I-drank-too-much-Pabst-to-pick-up-my-feet kind of shuffling. "Puerto Rican Jukebox" is catchy and semi-unforgettable, and "Your Pants Are Creased Familiarly" could be a track from Beck's Midnight Vultures blasted on slow-mo. But Beck didn't have awful facial hair—I know Salas-Humara's spastic bobbing and weaving onstage isn't spurred by the sting of aftershave. $6. 8 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Erin Roof
Fitzgerald Theater
This ongoing series presented by the Current outdoes itself yet again. In the past there have been guests like filmmaker John Waters and satirist/rock nerd Chuck Klosterman, along with musical guests like local boys done good Tapes N' Tapes and Chicago's Bound Stems. This time out the audience will be treated to the legendary Greil Marcus, original Rolling Stone reviews editor and author of several books that placed music in a larger cultural context and influenced virtually every rock writer in the last 35 years. Musical guests will be the Mekons, legends themselves from the Class of '77 punk rock scene. The group have a knack for reinvention, branching out while managing to keep virtually the same fan base along the way—an impressive task when you consider the genre-jumping and experimentation they have done over the years, but one that they have made look effortless. $20. 8 p.m. 10 East Exchange St., St. Paul; 651.290.1200. —Pat O'Brien
Nomad World Pub