9:30 p.m., Sticky Fingerz. $6.
Any band on a label named after a Shel Silverstein book (“Light in the Attic”) should spark interest, and this Seattle trio has done so since day one. Taking its name from a dreamt encounter with English poet William Blake, the Blakes
have amassed hordes of fans from New York to Los Angeles, where they reportedly lived for two years in a Days Inn. With six LPs and four EPs cranked out in less than a decade, their work ethic speaks for itself. Even though they've drawn comparisons to the Kinks, the Who and other heavy names from the '60s and '70s, the band's approach is truly its own. Having just released “Souvenir,” a self-released album loaded with 16 tracks, we're lucky to have them stop by. But don't take my word for it. Iggy Pop once said of the Blakes, “Who's this? This shit is good!”