Capitol Hill Block Party: Ghostland Observatory, the Head and the Heart, Ra Ra Riot, Yuck, Fucked Up, Thurston Moore, THEESatisfaction, and many more

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Brain Fruit, Harpoon Pole Vault, Panabrite

(Rendezvous) The last time I saw Harpoon Pole Vault—the solo endeavor of Gift Tapes and DRAFT Records founder Jason E. Anderson—I had to confess to being a little late. "Did you catch only the weird stuff?" he joked. My (unspoken) reply: "When is your stuff not fantastically, entrancingly weird?" Fans of Anderson's label(s) or his work in the analog duo Brother Raven will be unsurprised to learn that Harpoon Pole Vault is a project concerned with sculpting and surveying instrumental soundscapes. Anderson has got a stash of modular synths for this express purpose, and he's able to exorcise warped, convex sounds from them with enviable panache. His atmospheres are deep, cavernous, and fearsome, but their allure is difficult to deny. JASON BAXTER See also Data Breaker.

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Eldridge Gravy & the Court Supreme, Atomic Bride, the Braxmatics

(Chop Suey) Eldridge Gravy & the Court Supreme's irrepressible rise continues at ever-larger venues, as the 13-piece funk/soul ensemble make the jump to Chop Suey. Their shows flamboyantly accentuate the positive with mostly up-tempo, tried-and-true maneuvers: dynamic horn charts; intricate, rousing vocal interplay; "Good god!"–inducing rhythms; and inspirational keyboard swells. Unless you're an industrial-grade curmudgeon, Eldridge Gravy's bold, brassy attack wipes out glumness within seconds. Fellow locals Atomic Bride play a knotty brand of post punk with tough male/female vocals. They merge aggression and tunefulness with raw-nerved skill. The Braxmatics peddle traditional, nasty-grooved funk rendered in broad, brash strokes. DAVE SEGAL