Say you’re one of the twenty or so people that aren’t in Austin for SxSW this weekend. What are you gonna do tonight?

There’s Sing Sing @ Chop Suey w/special guest Paul Devro.

There’s Rudy Ray Moore at the Funhouse.

There’s Night Canopy at the Crocodile.

There’s all this stuff from the Up & Comings:

CRACK SABBATH (High Dive) As if saxophonics colossus “Scary” Eric Walton didn’t blow enough crunk with his myriad other projects, he returns home to take on Mingus and Motörhead both. Crack Sabbath is Skerik’s longtime local outfit, too combustible to exist outside Seattle, incorporating organist Ron Weinstein, Mike Stone on some snazzy red drums, and any willing guests. The band recorded a limited edition CD called Bar Slut a few years back, but theirs is mainly a live experiment with the intention of decimating any remaining elitist regard for the old-guard jazz canon. Standards like “Fables of Faubus” and “Jelly Roll” get a stomping, sweaty treatment alongside roaring covers of Nirvana and James Brown and delicately titled originals such as “Makin’ Out with My Dad” and “Bukkake Ducati.” Yuck/awesome. JONATHAN ZWICKEL

PLAIN WHITE T’S, BOYS NIGHT OUT, DAPHNE LOVES DERBY, MAY DAY PARADE
(El Corazón) Plain White T’s scored the first charting single of their nearly decade-long career last fall with “Hate,” a power-pop number buoyed by a goofily clever chorus (“hate is a strong word/but I really, really, really don’t like you.”) However, the Chicago-based band’s signature song is the underground phenomenon “Hey There Delilah,” which earned little radio attention upon its inclusion on 2005’s All That We Needed but has now generated more than six million MySpace plays. Female fans wear “I Am Delilah” shirts to shows and sing along loudly with this endearing acoustic ode to long-distance love. The group’s emotional regression on 2006’s catchy yet unflatteringly bratty breakup-rant collection Every Second Counts suggests they fare best when celebrating romance rather than stomping on its ruins. ANDREW MILLER

THE SWORD
(Neumo’s) All your 12-sided-die-throwing pubescent friends grew up, dropped acid, and formed bands. Part of the recent upswell of fantasy metal (see “Greeking Out,” page 38), the Sword hail from Austin, Texas, but would make the perfect house band at Club Mordor down Middle Earth way. Strangely, they look like your typical Urban Outfitted indie band, but they shred with the passion of drunken bikers, delving loudly and unironically into a D&D landscape haunted by Norse gods, smoking battlefields, and starving wolves. Age of Winters, their 2006 debut on fantasy-metal mongers Kemado Records, is melodic and menacing at the same time, giving new meaning to the term “hit points.” JONATHAN ZWICKEL

And there’s this from Data Breaker:

ANTIDOTE

With promo help from Patrick Haenelt’s Sensory Effect, Wisconsin transplants Justin Pennell (Milkplant) and Brian S recently have started to bring the psychedelically physical techno of Detroit, Milwaukee, Germany, Canada, and other centrifuges of minimal excellence to ToST every third Friday. Tonight they’re joined by Seattle DJ Misha, whose tech-house selections (My My, Jeff Samuel, Booka Shade, etc.) are always discerning and elegantly mixed. ToST Lounge, 513 N 36th St, 547-0240, 9 pm—2 am, free, 21+.

And if none of that sounds good to you, Get Out! has every possible thing you could do tonight gathered in one place. It’s INSANE!