MAN MAN9 p.m., Revolution. $10 adv., $12 d.o.s.
has played Little Rock enough over the years that a lot of folks know the score. The five-piece, whose members go by names like Pow Pow and Chang Wang, usually sports Wimbledon whites, handlebar mustaches and face paint. Their music sounds like a carnival as imagined by Tom Waits. Front man Honus Honus' barks and pounding organ steer the way through antic, campfire-style harmonies and an instrumental mishmash of out-of-tune horns fighting for space with clavinets, euphoniums and melodica. Lately, Honus Honus has been lovesick in his lyrics. Expect a pile of young folk to be dancing to lines like, “People claim I'm possessed by the devil/But Mama, I know I'm possessed by your daughter!” Comedian Andrew Wright
and local post-punk heroes the Moving Front