Seemingly everyone has this friend who drives a destroyed old pickup that really shouldn't still be running: though it takes counter-intuitive mechanical tricks to even get it started and though the driver's door hasn't opened since 1996, they'll still swear it's the best vehicle ever. PC Worship is that pickup: this New York project plays incredibly damaged rock that lands somewhere between psych, folk and noise-punk - but it still runs, and it runs great. If Stereopathetic Soulmanure is your favorite Beck record, this ought to be your scene. (11 p.m. Friday at the Milestone)
If the beach rock movement of a few years ago echoes tourist views of the shore, this Kill Devil Hills outfit speaks for the locals. Not to be confused with the author, Zack Mexico couples surf-y guitar and drums with shoegaze-huge reverb and John Saturley's mature croon. If the beach makes you think "The Ocean Doesn't Want Me Today" sooner than "Carolina Girls," then surf's up. (9:15 p.m. Friday at Jack Beagle's)
Sometimes a band settles on the perfect name, such as with Lilac Shadows. This moody, '80s-flavored psych-gaze perfectly inhabits that hour after sunset when everything shifts through blues and purples and on to black. These songs are catchy, gorgeously constructed emotional epics, and while there are notes of optimism keeping total gloom at bay, this is still nearly as foreboding as The The's masterpiece, Dusk. (10:15 p.m. Saturday at Snug Harbor)
These dudes build on a '60s spy-rock foundation of reckless go-go drumming and sinuous guitar, but inject powerpop lessons in tight, multi-hook composition and manic noise-grunge vocals groaning "you're all gonna die/ you're all gonna die/ you're all gonna die/ I'm gonna beat up your dad/ I'm gonna beat up your dad/ I'm gonna beat up your dad." Choose coffee or Mutant League, but don't go for both at once. Your heart might explode. (6:15 p.m. Sunday at Snug Harbor)
These S.C. psych-rockers may have played Charlotte numerous times over the past few years, but they're going to California in August! Like, for good! So if you dig what they do, take this chance to see them. (7:45 p.m. Sunday at Snug Harbor)
Delette Nycum was my great-grandmother.
Goddamn this town is a drag.
His voice just creeps me out. That is all.