Lightning Bolt drummer and vocalist Brian Chippendale brings his pop-inspired solo project, Black Pus, to Burque. Don’t let the pop-inspired tag fool you; this hook-laden work is still brutal as heck, but it’s blistering noise-rock that easily lends itself to dancing (or swaying, as is my personal wont). Black Pus purveys its herky-jerky hit parade at Small Engine Gallery (1413 Fourth Street SW) on Friday, May 24. Extra-special guests include John Dieterich (Deerhoof) and [H]OHM, which is comprised of members of Sabertooth Cavity and Tenderizor. Put your earplugs in at 8:30 p.m., and scrounge up $8 for admission.
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Los Angeleno experimental artist Adam Overton is known for facilitating intimate, artist-led experiences. Overton is co-founder of the Experimental Meditation Center of Los Angeles and ghostwriter for Guru Rugu’s Experimental Meditation Hour on KCHUNG Radio 1630 AM. On Monday, May 27, Spirit Abuse (1103 Fourth Street NW) hosts Overton and seer/provocateur Matador Oven’s manifesto/lecture “Ripe for Embarrassment: For a New Musical Masochism,” which proposes “a new paradigm in composer/performer relations, wherein the composer is a masochist who uses score-based Cageian indeterminacy in hopes of being humiliated by a willing performer.” It sounds pretty heady, and it probably is, but the post-lecture concert will undoubtedly transcend intellectual boundaries. This avant event kicks off at 7 p.m., and admission is free, but donations are welcomed.
Witch house/drag solo act How I Quit Crack is the electronic gospel of Austinite Tina Forbis. Experience HIQC—yes, the moniker actually refers to Forbis’ life experience with crack cocaine—bathed in black light, rocking glow-in-the-dark lingerie and conjuring her woozy, synthy worship at Synchro Studio (512-B Yale SE) on Tuesday, May 28. Alexandria, Va.-based noise-beat outfit Ca$h $lave Clique, Uranium Worker and a noisy collaboration between Ken Cornell (Alchemical Burn) and Alan George Ledergerber open the gig, and DJ Caterwaul spins suitably spectral tunes between sets. Seven bucks gets you in, and doors open at 8 p.m. Triangles, Tumblr and chopped-and-screwed sound, oh my ...