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There's a curious tonal pedigree in Regan Farquhar's flow: part Biz Markie, part Busta, part Cee-Lo. He's rough and jagged, yet smooth and melodic while rhyming "Champs-Élysées" with "pottery clay" or namedropping a bevy of prescription meds. Laid over bouncy beats and samples, this indie hip-hopper's act seems goofy, almost cartoonish. Then comes "Less Yes's, More No's," a cryptic, topical manifesto two tracks into RoadKillOvercoat (Epitaph) that jabs at lobbyists and media conglomerates to a phasing synthesizer. All of a sudden, Busdriver is space-age, forward-thinking and deeper than it seemed.

—John Vettese

Sun., Nov. 11, 8 p.m., $10, with Daedelus and Antimc, The Khyber, 56 S. Second St., 215-238-5888, thekhyber.com.

While the other two members of pioneer rap group, Salt-n-Pepa are busy becoming reality TV darlings on their own VH1 show, DJ Spinderella has been holding it down as a radio talk show host. The turntable sounds behind hits "Push It", "Whatta Man", and "Let's Talk About Sex" will be making her first solo Philly appearance tomorrow playing classic hip-hop. Spinderella's not a fella, but a girl DJ!

—Deesha Dyer

Fri., Nov. 9, 9 p.m., $10-$15, with DJ Spinderella and DJ Ultraviolet, hosted by Ethel Cee, Fluid Nightclub, 613 South 4th St., 215-629-0565, myspace.com/livinglegendsparty. 

Really now, who doesn't want to hear a good beat? The five fine folks in Prowler draw from across the stylized spectrum, wailing cheeky punkish vocal hooks over top of porn-tastic funk guitar. Holding the center is the groove; the dirty, buzzing, busted-PA drum machine groove that makes the songs on last year's Communizzle something more than just plain old indie rock, but also something more populist than dance music for fashionistas. This is a rhythm for the common man, and it's no new trick, sure. Prowler just does it particularly well.

—John Vettese

Sat., Nov. 10, with PoPo, Metroplex, Tritone, 1508 South St., 215-545-0475, tritonebar.com.

He slips back into his provincial North Dakotan accent when talking between songs, but when Tom Brosseau sings, his voice resonates with the cadence and allure of a 1940s cabaret singer. Call him Rufus with a guitar, or Antony as a tenor. Whatever your reference point, Brosseau is a breathtaking craftsman not to miss.

—John Vettese

Thu., Nov. 8, 7 p.m., $20, with Mum and Frightened Rabbitm The Fillmore at the TLA, 334 South St., livenation.com.