10 p.m., White Water Tavern. Donations.
With SXSW in full swing down the road in Austin, the squad of guys who book shows in the area is quick to break out its butterfly nets to nab the talent in transit. Sometimes, it results in odd venue/band pairings, but with the Paleface
and The Moaners
double bill at White Water, aptness reigns. After ditching the anti-folk sound that made him famous and picking up a lusher, more earnest sound (as well as a lady to play drums and provide harmonies), Paleface operates in ramblin' folk with roadside lyrics, driving tambourines and all. A friend of (and tremendous influence on) Kimya Dawson, Beck and Daniel Johnston, his place in acoustic New York is firmly set. The other two-piece, The Moaners, delivers thick, electric, Hill Country garage in the most direct way possible. Born after the end of long tenures in Grand National and Trailer Bride, respectively, the Chapel Hill band takes The White Stripes' peppermint licks and turns them into peanut brittle. Yeah, they're Southern, but hardly country. And did I mention The Moaners are both women? Femme rock, mud-crusted and porch-bound, this bunch.