There are very few artists who can make the dark night of the soul sound like a broken-down, probably murderous carnival ride, and Grampall Jukebox is one of them. David "Moose" Adamson and Aimee Brown are from the cold, creepy plains of Indianapolis, and that land's combination of arid nature and fucked up civilization glues together the caustic trauma of autistic anthems like "Black Girls" ("Black girls can bend skyscrapers with their brains") and "The Girl Ain't Preggers."

It's a hard night of choice in Seattle, with Awesome! at ACT, Husbands Love Your Wives at Easy Street, and The Dirtbombs (!!) at Chop Suey, and the last one would be my natural choice.  But I've been so obsessed with GJ's recent Asthmatic Kitty full-length Ropechain that I may not be able to resist the lure of Vera tonight. With the band's ability to subvert the serenity-seeking vibe of most Seattle and Brooklyn bedsit indie campfire hymns,I'm also wondering how in the hell it will match up with PWRFL Power too!