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Don't expect a carbon copy of Lykke Li's minimalist debut Youth Novels when she plays the Church on Friday. On stage, the 22-year-old Swede transforms these tunes into multifarious rhythmic ruminations, mixing wild abandon with fake eyelashes, megaphones, cover songs and plenty of uninhibited movement. On "Dance, Dance, Dance" she explains it all: "I was a dancer all along," and while her "dancing" is open to interpretation (at times she's reminiscent of Elaine from Seinfeld), you can't fault her ability to reinvent the stripped-down tunes that were committed to tape.
-Kevin Pearson
Fri., Jan. 30, 8.30 p.m., sold out, with Wildbirds & Peacedrums, First Unitarian Church, 2125 Chestnut St., r5productions.com.
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Justin Tranter says he takes equal inspiration from The Little Mermaid and Courtney Love. I don't hear much Ariel in the music of Semi Precious Weapons, but there's a lot of Hole love in their amped-up polysexual garage sound. And they've even got a mascara-dripping "Miss World" theme song, with a messed-up status update: "I can't pay my rent but I'm fucking gorgeous." This show will be awesome.
Mon., Feb. 2, 8 p.m., $10, with Von Iva and Nico Vega, Khyber, 56 S. Second St., 215-238-5888, thekhyber.com.
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It's fitting that Justin Moyer's drag alter-ego Edie Sedgwick waxes almost exclusively about celebrity. The actual Ms. Sedgwick was a Warhol creation, and Moyer's ass-shakin' songs highlight the distorting glow of fame. The chorus to "Mary-Kate Olsen," from Things are Getting Sinister and Sinisterer (Dischord), counts down the starlet's weight, and casts aspersions on the media, the cocaine and, of course, Dave Coulier. Angelina, ODB and now-former Prez G.W. Bush all get their own spastic tributes at Moyer's acid tongue.
Sat., Jan. 31, 9 p.m., $8, with Buy Star Bomb, Gifted Children and Two Handed Engine, M Room, 15 W. Girard, 215-739-5577, themanhattanroom.com.
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Every time some hobo kid falls asleep on the train tracks, they find a homemade Amebix patch in the cowcatcher. If crust-punk has royalty, it's Stig and The Baron, two disenchanted British brothers who lived the angry, squalid existence they sang about in the late '70s/'80s. Think a squatter's Sabbath, or Ted Leo gone dark and dirty. They're really scary. File-swapping bootleggers should go buy some batteries and fanboys should pick up some Febreze: Amebix have crawled out of the gutter, grabbed a new drummer and hit the road again. Chances are they will need a place to crash.
Sat., Jan. 31, 3 p.m., $15, all ages, with Kylesa, Mischief Brew, Behind Enemy Lines, Parasytic and Lost Cause, Trocadero, 1003 Arch St., 866-468-7619, r5productions.com.
Johnny Brenda's Jan. 31 bill was supposed to be a Sabbra Cadabra/Hatchet Face double headliner until both bands broke up. Fuck 'em. Get your weird metal fix courtesy West Philly's most majestic mangling trio Stinking Lizaveta. They'll headline and preview their due-in-February sixth CD, Sacrifice and Bliss, at the gig. Get there early for Misstallica — the rude, crude all-girl Metallica cover band who've gone through more name changes than a Scott Weiland side project. See Icepack for a Misstallica chat.
Sat., Jan. 31, 9 p.m., $10, with Pale Divine and Iron Man, Johnny Brenda's, 1201 N. Frankford Ave., 215-739-9684, johnnybrendas.com.
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Tenor saxophonist Glenn White may get sole billing, but his quartet is really a two-headed monster. What catches the ear is the way White's robust tone interacts with the tart flute playing of Jamie Baum. White sidesteps the peril of confusing modern melodicism with unrepentant velocity, penning unhurried tunes that take their angularity as gentle curves. The band — which also includes pianist Roberta Piket, drummer Jeff Hirshfield and bassist Gary Wang — responds with nuance over chops, without ever losing the listener's attention.
Thu., Jan. 29, 8 and 9:45 p.m., $10, Chris' Jazz Cafe, 1421 Sansom St., 215-568-3131, chrisjazzcafe.com.
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