From Up & Coming:

Art Brut, Princeton

(Neumos) At this point in Art Brut's career, with three solid-to-stupendous albums under their belts, you've probably already made your mind up about the band's brand of winking, winning, hyperenthusiastic pop rock 'n' roll. But just in case you haven't, a crash course: Their debut, Bang Bang Rock & Roll, is as explosive a mission statement ("Formed a Band," the title track) as any band has crafted since Nation of Ulysses's 13-Point Program to Destroy America. Follow-up It's a Bit Complicated found the band stretching out and settling into more quotidian concerns (messy flats, missed trains, making mixtapes) with no less pleasantly nagging guitar riffs. Latest effort Art Brut vs. Satan breaks no new ground, really, but it reiterates the band's themes—prole anthems like "Summer Job," music-geek fests like "The Replacements"—with typical good humor and flair. They're a right wild rumpus live. ERIC GRANDY

Mickey Avalon, Beardo, Ke$ha

(Showbox at the Market) Dear Mickey Avalon: I've always loved your skanky, sleazeball party raps; your ridiculously oversexualized, druggy-scuzzy lyrics; and your lazy, nasally delivery. I love how you always sound like you have a nose full of cocaine and a belly full of OxyContin. I've been with you since the beginning, man, since the first time I heard "Waiting to Die." Now you have two new tracks: "Stroke Me," an X-rated Billy Squier ode, and "What Do You Say," a catchy Lil Jon—produced track. I'd really like to come see you perform these. Problem is, your shows are overrun with screaming teenage girls wearing teeny-tiny American Apparel skirts and T-shirts that say "Fuck Me Mickey." Where did all these girls come from? Why does it have to be like that? Love, KELLY O

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