DEAD CONFEDERATE/ WAX FANG10 p.m., Sticky Fingerz. $6.
In a review of Dead Confederate's
just-released debut full-length, “Wrecking Ball,” Spin, only half-kidding, suggested that the “ ‘redneck shoegaze' movement starts here.” That's pretty stupid, and not just because the Athens band is less interested in drowning itself in feedback and atmospherics than wrapping everything in mildly psychedelic post-grunge sludge. Like its name suggests, Dead Confederate isn't out to rep Southern rock. Lead singer Hardy Morris often seems to be channeling Kurt Cobain. Which isn't a bad thing. The band's simmering debut should translate well to the stage. Louisville's Wax Fang
make the bill even more appealing. A favorite of My Morning Jacket, who brought the band on tour last year, and the Whigs, Wax Fang does an epic, glammed-out brand of rock, full of reverb, sweet guitar licks and jocular chanting. The group's latest album, “La La Land,” comes out next month. Maybe you can sweet-talk them into an advance.