Not long after forming in Vincennes, Indiana, 15 years ago, the Lazy Cowgirls moved to LA to make it big–a giant and highly risky leap at the time for a charging, meat-and-potatoes punk-rock band that looked like it spent a lot of time in the local 7-Eleven parking lot. Not surprisingly, the band has barely been lucky enough to stick with one independent label for two albums in a row, let alone get rich. But even after their original rhythm section bailed, nearly a decade ago, singer Pat Todd and guitarist D.D. Weekday stubbornly kept at it. In 1995 the Cowgirls–none of whom, incidentally, was or is a girl–released their sixth and best album, Ragged Soul (Crypt), a thrilling mix of Stooge-oid rattle and soulful twang. The continued failure of the world to notice apparently was the last straw for Weekday, because on the recent A Little Sex and Death he’s nowhere to be found. (Also absent is drummer Ed Huerta; ex-Creamers bassist Leonard Keringer, who joined for Ragged Soul, decided to stick around.) Replacement guitarist Eric Chandler can’t quite match Weekday for high-octane finesse, but the record makes clear that Todd is the heart of the band. His sturdy songwriting injects the tuneful country flavor that distinguishes the Cowgirls from the countless hammerheads who’ve come and gone during their long history, and his gleeful, sneering vocals put him in a class with Jerry Lee Lewis and Iggy Pop. Saturday, 10 PM, Empty Bottle, 1035 N. Western; 773-276-3600. PETER MARGASAK
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