MILKMINE 9/2, LOUNGE AX If you’ve ever wondered what New York noise-rock kings Unsane would sound like submerged in a toilet bowl, go see this Cincinnati trio. EVE THING 9/2, METRO Waukegan pop quartet Eve Thing celebrate the release of their debut album, Tense (Yummysound), which presents them as muddled Anglophiles struggling to create a guitar sound a la the Smashing Pumpkins–or at least Catherine. They’ve got a ways to go. Also on the bill are the Lupins–who were recently signed by RCA–Eternalux, and She. MARILYN MANSON 9/3, UIC PAVILION The first signing to Trent Reznor’s new Nothing label, these schlocky Florida shock-rockers blend lightweight metal with industrial flourishes and circus-sideshow excess and look like a cross between goth-craze leftovers and suburban satanists. On their miserable debut, Portrait of an American Family, they pin the blame for crime, insanity, hunger, etc on the nuclear family and mainstream culture’s oppressive structure and stifling expectations. The vocalist, who goes by the name of Mr. Manson, explains in a press release that the band “has adopted my namesake as a mockery of your fixation with the grandiose ‘stars’ that litter your television screens daily. I am the ‘all-American’ anti-Christ bathed in talk-show trash…” Heavy, man. They open for–surprise!–K mart primitivists Nine Inch Nails. FUZZY 9/3, LOUNGE AX Chirpy, bouncy, clean-cut collegiate rock from Boston. Fuzzy’s lineup includes one of many former Lemonheads drummers, Dave Ryan, and on their self-titled debut they flatly recall several Boston standard-bearers, most notably Juliana Hatfield, watered-down Dinosaur Jr., and–you guessed it–the Lemonheads. Their music is tuneful and competent, but so unoriginal that until someone unequivocally proves this isn’t a collection of Blake Babies outtakes I won’t believe it. SIX FINGER SATELLITE 9/4, LOGAN SQUARE AUDITORIUM Last year this Providence combo released a terrific album called The Pigeon Is the Most Popular Bird, a sprawling collection that layered stringy, off-kilter guitar splatter over exaggerated, numbing disco beats. Sandwiched between the simultaneously enigmatic, propulsive, and vaguely familiar tunes were weird noise fragments and splotches of primitive Moog synthesizer wheezing. Since then both the guitarist and drummer have left the band, and the newly stripped-down trio have stepped up the synth direction on their just-released ten-inch EP Machine Cuisine (both records are on Sub Pop). Laden with deadpan humor and a mechanical, decidedly stoic drive, their new stuff recalls Kraftwerk, the Normal, and early Tuxedomoon, with a nod to the oddball, unsettling feel of the earliest Devo. I’m not sure how it’ll all come across live, but Six Finger Satellite have earned a reputation for unusual presentation and whacked-out costumes, and there’s no reason they shouldn’t pull this show off with typical aplomb. They open for Shellac (see Critic’s Choice). PETE DROGE 9/4, SCHUBAS On his striking debut, Necktie Second (American), former Seattleite Pete Droge asserts himself as a fluent, eloquent, and solid straight-ahead rocker infected with a folksy, singer/songwriter bug. His dry delivery recalls a huskier Tom Petty, and his music artfully integrates influences like Bob Dylan, various 60s country-tinged folk revivalists, and sardonic popsters like Elvis Costello into a well-conceived, affecting blend. Droge was originally brought to the attention of producer Brendan O’Brien by Pearl Jam’s Mike McCready. As part of some new marketing gimmick, he’s appearing at Schubas on four consecutive Sundays. This slot, opening for Sugar Buzz, is the second.

Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): photo/Peter Goldberg.