Tonight at the Sunset*: a benefit for Jamie Spiess of Husbands, Love Your Wives featuring the so-solid lineup of the Moondoggies, the Maldives, Final Spins, the Banyans, and Grand Hallway (as well as perhaps some Husbands, Love Your Wives sing alongs to close out the night). All proceeds will go towards helping Spiess cover medical costs stemming from a recent hospitalization for depression and post-traumatic stress disorder. Suggested donation is $8.

Spiess writes:

im just trying to spread the word that depression is a serious issue in this town, and people need to treat it before they end up where i did. it was a terrible place, and there are rough times ahead for sure.

make sure that you mention what i am mostly in need of hugs and good friends around tonight.

you could also mention that i am releasing (packaging right now)
a song-more story telling song swap that i have been doing with damien jurado while he has been in europe and unable to be with me. also, a song joe from the final spins wrote a song for me in the hospital and that will be on there, as well of two of my songs dealing with this story to close.

so the little ep is nameless of yet
but tracks are
1. from her hospital bed- from jamie to damien
2. tell me you'll go on-from damien to jamie
3. another sunny day-from joe to jamie
4. coffenberry lake-by jamie spiess
5. i love my ghost- song by jamie spiess

its a story tale of friends thru the hardest time and these songs will never go outside of these few cds. im giving them for free or for donations just to thank people.

* I nearly cried with joy when I opened the Sunset's webpage and it didn't resize my fucking browser anymore! Welcome to the 21st, Sunset! Now, if we could just get Spiess to do something about that damn comma in her band name...

O'Death, Hillstomp, Gravelroad
(High Dive) O'Death hail from the Brooklyn borough of New York City, but they sound more like they reside in a rural shack in the Appalachians, where presumably they would fund their intentionally raw recordings by selling handmade folk crafts and moonshine. A few elements serve to dislocate this band from Brooklyn to Bumfuck—fiddle, banjo, clangorous drums that sound like they could only have been played that loud in the middle of nowhere—but nothing transports the band so much as lead singer Greg Jamie's slightly feral, possibly moonshine-blind yelps. O'Death tag themselves as "gothic/country/punk" on that most ubiquitous of social networking sites, and indeed, what most separates them from similar sets of city slickers with country affectations is a dark, deranged vibe so pronounced as to border on burlesque. ERIC GRANDY

In Flames, Gojira
(Showbox Sodo) During the early '90s, in Gothenburg, Sweden, In Flames (along with At the Gates and Dark Tranquility) decided to put some chocolate in their peanut butter and add melody to death metal. It was a great idea to mix brutal drumming, scalding riffs, and growls with soaring melodies. At least it was, like, 20 years ago. Nowadays, the genre's a dead horse that's been processed into something closer to emo hardcore than death metal. So that sucks. But In Flames still have a couple bushels of old songs that defined the genre and will inspire some mighty whipping of dreads. The second they start playing "Moonshield," it won't matter how good melodic death metal is now, because at one point it was the best. SHANE MEHLING

The rest of today's music listings can be found in our online calendar. Have at 'em!