Punk | Supersuckers
w/ Skye Paige and the Original Recipe
Thurs. Sept. 13
8 p.m.
$11/adv., $13/door
The Pour House

The Supersuckers are sort of the punk answer to AC/DC, a trashy, fun-loving, riff-rocking party band notable for their outrageousness. In November, frontman and bassist Eddie Spaghetti, lead guitarist Dan “Thunder” Bolton, and the gang will enter their 25th year, an impressive achievement for any act, especially a hard living one. Spaghetti’s sneering delivery suits the band’s rocket-charged irreverence, whether heralding his hard-rocking babe (“She’s My Bitch”), making his devilish allegiances known (“Born with a Tail”), or offering humorously inappropriate advice (“How to Maximize Your Kill Count”). Meanwhile Bolton does his best Angus, unleashing searing, irrepressible surfabilly/old-school punk leads twisted around barbed-wire hooks. Though they got their start in Tucson, Ariz., they quickly moved to Seattle where they signed to SubPop just ahead of Nirvana’s big breakthrough. They enjoyed a fine run through the ’90s, including one lone major label release (1999’s The Evil Powers of Rock ‘n’ Roll) and an excursion into drunk and bedraggled Texas country (1997’s Must’ve Been High). The latter’s handled with surprising aplomb, and many tracks, like the particularly appropriate “Dead in the Water,” are now a live staple. Sadly, their post-millennium output’s been largely characterized by live discs. They’ve only released two new full-lengths over the past 13 years, the last being 2008’s Get It Together. —Chris Parker THURSDAY

Jam | Galactic
w/ Corey Glover and Yo Mama’s Big Fat Booty Band
Wed. Sept. 12
8 p.m.
$20/adv., $25/door
Music Farm

Artists hate genre tags because by nature they’re reductive, but labels work because artists typically aren’t as original as they’d like to think. Galactic is the exception that proves the rule. There’s only one genre big enough to describe everything they do, and it’s called music. The Big Easy quintet’s a staple of the jam-band circuit because they’re what all those bands aspire to be: a groovy, unpredictable, party-funk band limber enough to limbo all night. On their eighth studio album, Carnivale Electricos, Galactic prove yet again that they’re like the Borg — they assimilate everything. The last few albums have featured more vocals and hip-hop — courtesy of Living Colour’s Corey Glover, Blackalicious’ The Gift of Gab, and Boots Riley of The Coup — but it’s sewn so effortlessly into what they do, it feels like they’ve been using singers all along. Carnivale Electricos in particular is dedicated to Mardi Gras and explores the celebration’s entire pan-global musical gumbo like a bar-hopping all-nighter (and then some). They honor their original brass band R&B and Creole influences; an evolving mix of Latin, Caribbean, and African rhythms; and funk, electric blues, electronic, and hip-hop, blending it in such a way that the flavors come through without overpowering each other. Delicious. —Chris Parker WEDNESDAY

Punk | Guttermouth
w/ New Threat, Rule #9, The 33’s
Fri. Sept. 14

6 p.m.
$10/adv., $15/door
Oasis Bar & Grill

The last time Guttermouth came to Charleston in 2009, lead singer Mark Adkins had a little fun talking smack about South Carolina’s redneck tendencies. “We were driving up 17, and all we saw were shotgun racks and ‘The South Will Rise Again’ bumper stickers and all that shit,” Adkins said during a pause between songs at the Oasis. The bar was packed with a rambunctious crowd, and after Adkins riled everyone up talking about the Civil War, he chided them: “Don’t say, ‘Fuck California,’ because I live in Southern California — which is the South, just like you.” Twenty-four years in, Guttermouth is still a straight-ahead punk band, with mosh-worthy power-chord hooks, album titles like Shave the Planet, and one of the most consistently offensive and entertaining frontmen on the scene. They famously left the Warped Tour in 2004 after Adkins criticized some of the more glamorous bands on the tour. “I can only imagine some of the groups getting together over an alcohol-free drink or maybe a vegan smoothie in an environmentally safe cup preparing their rally cry (complete with tears and, thus, running make-up) to ultimately have me censored,” Adkins wrote on the band’s website at the time. If you go to the show, expect a lot of moshing and some snarky commentary. Just be ready to get your feelings hurt. —Paul Bowers FRIDAY

americana | Miss Shevaughn and Yuma Wray
Tues. Sept. 18
9 p.m.
Fiery Ron’s Home Team BBQ, West Ashley

We’re From Here, the upcoming album from Miss Shevaughn and Yuma Wray, is a folk-drenched look into questions of contentment, laments over new beginnings, and self-acceptance, with Miss Shevaughn sounding an awful lot like Joni Mitchell as she tells her passionate tales. The disc’s opener, “Hang On,” discusses everything from self-destruction to convincing yourself that you belong in a particular place. After that, the duo gets down to their rock roots on “Mi Burro Esta En Fuego,” channeling Jefferson Airplane at times. But perhaps the most notable track on the album is “The River Made Me Do It” which opens with an intense harmonica/banjo combo and later sports some seriously heavy guitar. Although this particular song is largely instrumental, the harmonizing is beautifully done. As they embark on a 30+ city tour, Yuma and Miss Shevaughn might say, “We’re from here” and point to the Honda Element they’ve been living in for most of the year. Musically however, they’re moving from folk to psychedelic rock. As Miss Shevaughn herself says, “We discovered so many wonderful people and places in our travels. We also discovered that there was a rock band inside of us waiting to come out.” —Katie Kimsey TUESDAY

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