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Flock of Dimes and Foul Swoops
Baltimore’s Jenn Wasner is best known for fronting the duo Wye Oak, who bring punk intensity to their folk-inspired tunes. Though she sheepishly refers to her new keyboard-driven outing Flock of Dimes as her “vanity project,” the lush, Cocteau Twins-inspired debut single “Prison Bride” proves she’ll be bringing her A-game to this debut D.C. performance. Come early to catch local garage-rock firebrands Foul Swoops. Black Cat Backstage, $10.
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Dark-and-stormy D.C. noiseniks Phonic Riot may have disbanded last year, but it didn’t take long for singer/guitarist Angela Morrish and drummer Nathan Jurgenson to form the power duo Washerwoman. Because they’ve been playing together for a while, their early shows have proven that there are no new-band kinks to work out—just pummeling, eardrum-destroying power. Velvet Lounge, $10.
There are two options for St. Patty’s Day 2012: Slog through another dumb bar crawl that ends with you puking a Shamrock Shake onto the curb, or see former Gowns frontwoman Erika M. Anderson play some magnificently brooding cuts from her acclaimed, young-Courtney-Love-at-a-poetry-slam debut solo record Past Life Martyred Saints. The choice is yours. U Street Music Hall, $12.
Call it the lo-fi makeover of the year. On their latest, Albini-produced record Attack on Memory, Cleveland’s Cloud Nothings trade their pleasantly trendy fuzz-pop tunes for something truly unexpected: a throat-splitting, unabashedly emo-influenced sound that’s as indebted to In Utero as it is Cap’n Jazz. The Promise Ring reunion might not be making it to D.C. this year, but this is your second best bet. Red Palace, $10.
April 6 and 7
The 20th anniversary celebration for the D.C.- and New York-based music zine chickfactor is the early contender for indie-pop event of the decade (on this side of the Atlantic, anyway). Over two nights, a reunited Black Tamborine and D.C. favorites Lilys will share the stage with Belle & Sebastian’s Stevie Jackson and neo-garage rock MVP Frankie Rose. The celebration promises to be nostalgia-heavy, indie-star-studded and, of course, twee as fuck. Artisphere, $28.