For a city populated largely by bureaucrats being slowly strangled by their neckties, Son Volt might be just what the doctor ordered. Frontman Jay Farrar, late of Uncle Tupelo, has made a living celebrating wanderlust and the American landscape with his laconic baritone and increasingly weary-sounding alt.-country tunes. Even if he’s surrendered the punk edge that defined his earlier music, Farrar is still a great songwriter, penning lyrics that are rarely complex but have your average Obama speech beat on romanticizing America and stirring up dormant patriotism. NPR recorded Son Volt when the band played the 9:30 Club in 2005. If you’re chained to your desk, you can listen to that concert here. But if restlessness still has any purchase on your soul, I recommend a sojourn to the 9:30 tonight.

SON VOLT w/ SERA CAHOONE, 9:30 CLUB, TONIGHT, 7 p.m. $20