8 p.m. Juanita's. $25.
Down's bruising stoner riffage is the ideal soundtrack for when you're rollin' down a back highway at a steady 42 MPH in a primer-covered '86 Monte Carlo SS, burnt jernt in the ashtray, 24-oz. Mountain Dew in the cup holder, some Popeye's trash over in the passenger floorboard, softball bat in the back seat, on your way to go break a bunch of some jerkoff's expensive property. I suppose before I go too much further I should point out the whole supergroup element of Down (members of Crowbar, Pantera, Corrosion of Conformity, Eyehategod). That's cool and all, but Down has its own identity separate of those other, admittedly awesome, bands. That said, if you dig those groups and somehow haven't checked out Down, well you'd better just get on it, hoss. Begin at the beginning, with 1995's "NOLA." But anyways, whereas a lot of your doomy longhairs primarily focus on channeling only the most crushing and heavy elements of Black Sabbath (and to be clear, I'm way into that), Down is the rare band that says, "Hey dudes, wait a minute. Remember 'Planet Caravan'? Remember 'Solitude'? How they'd get all cosmic 'n shit? Let's go for a little of that for a sec." And then they do, and it's awesome and then they go back to that groove-heavy Southern Sabbath-worship that so many of us love, and it's awesome again. The opening act, haarp (all lowercase and with two "a"s like that) traffics in ultra-pained sludgy crushingness. The group's forthcoming album was produced by Down's Phil Anselmo. There's a video online of Anselmo and haarp performing Pantera's classic "Walk." No telling if such a thing might happen at Juanita's. It could've been a total one-off, but who knows? There's only one way to find out for sure. RB
TY SEGALL, WHITE FENCE
9 p.m. White Water Tavern. $10.
These two dudes are primo practitioners of contemporary garage-pop, though on opposite poles on the fuzz-continuum. Ty Segall is pure blonde buff-ness, all bludgeoning fun in the weird California sun. White Fence — the solo handle of one Tim Presley — is more like that squirrelly nervous guy who spends a bit too much time in-of-doors, tinkering on a four-track machine and biting his nails while crafting perfect little psychedelic petits fours. They got together for an excellent collaborative album, "Hair," released back in April via the good ship Drag City. It's a major rager all right, a sweet-n-sour blend of Presley's spindly jangle and Segall's fuzz-ified overdrive. There's a total guitar meltdown on the track "Scissor People" that's awesome and then before you know it, the whole thing takes a jarring turn into some weird cut-up territory. The rest of the album is great, too. "Time" is an easy-rydin' anthem with some soulful jamming that evokes Crazy Horse, but man, "Scissor People" is a compellingly weird lil' gem. Segall was last at the White Water back in 2010 and put on a furious set of originals and a couple bravura covers. This here'll be a good'n. Opening act is Useless Eaters, outta Tennessee ("Tennesseein' is Tennebelievin' "). The band makes twitchy power-pop for the unhealthy set, maybe like if Crime had been inclined to try out melodies every once in a while. RB
9 p.m. Revolution. $10.
Our man 'Piph has always been tireless — putting out mixtapes and singles, emceeing all kinds of shows and parties and performing live regularly. He's been on a roll in recent months, though, releasing his long-awaited long-player "Such is Life," as well as some excellent videos for "Untouchable," and "Something to Tell Ya." He's been taking his show on the road lately too, playing dates around the region, including Fayetteville, Tulsa, Oklahoma City, Jackson and Hattiesburg, Miss., Memphis and Texarkana. This show represents a reunion of sorts, as Epiphany will be performing again with the band Tomorrow Maybe, which you probably saw providing that rock-solid live backing on the video for "Untouchable Unplugged." Also performing with Tomorrow Maybe will be Bijoux and Dee Dee Jones. Openers include JWhite, Bully Gang and Duke Stigall, with host Sean Fresh. RB
7 p.m. Barton Coliseum. $30-$48.
Daniel Wayne "Diggy" Simmons III is hip-hop royalty. This young man (born in 1995!) is the son of Joseph "Rev. Run" Simmons, co-founder of the legendary Run-D.M.C., and the nephew of Russell Simmons. He might be young but he's already on the rise courtesy of a run of mixtapes and freestyles. Check out his freestyle over Mobb Deep's "Shook Ones" for proof; it's got wit to spare ("y'all got Mickey D pockets and caviar taste"). He's a Kanye-approved, lightning-speed rapper who's being mentored by Pharrell. Hell, he's already got his own clothing line — Chivalrous Culture. His recent debut, "Unexpected Arrival," boasted the Jadakiss-guest track "88," a minimal, bass-heavy jam. RB
THE HOLY SHAKES
8 p.m. Maxine's. $7.
OK, all you punkers and no-goodniks and lovers of rock 'n' roll's nasty underbelly, this here'll be one for the battle-scarred scrapbook of your mind, assuming you still have one left. If you've not had the pleasure of trying out The Holy Shakes in a live setting, there is no better time and place than May 25, 2012, at Maxine's in Hot Springs. The band is set to release its debut album on an unsuspecting world, much like a wily hunter uncaging a ravenous bobcat onto the town square — an amusing if somewhat deadly prank, in other words. "Feast or Famine," pressed up on 180-gram wax, will be made available for the very first time on this evening, so you should probably have some extra dollars with you (they'll have it at Riverfest, too). The opening acts include Fayetteville's Fauxnz, Little Rock's The Nigh Ends and Fort Smith's A+ Setup. The Shakes take it on the road in early June, laying waste to squares, posers, prudes, scolds, nags, eardrums, outdated cultural mores, oppressive societal norms and what-have-you. This will happen to Fayetteville; Chicago; Cleveland; Brooklyn; Manhattan; Greensboro, N.C., and Nashville, in that order. RB
FLOW RIDER TOUR
Noon. Magic Springs. $20-$40 to register, $30-$45 for park admission.
Back in the late '80s, Tom Lochtefeld first applied for a patent on a machine that would offer those poor souls residing in land-locked states something that approximated the feel of catching a wave. Soon, the world witnessed the debut of the Flow Rider at — where else? — Schlitterbahn, the gigantic water park chain in Texas. The Flow Rider is essentially a machine that blasts water over a padded, stationary surface, allowing riders to surf or boogie-board atop the synthetic wave. It's proved to be one of the more popular attractions at Magic Springs. There's even an official competitive league, the Flowboarding League of the World. There will be actual, real-live professional flowboarders as well as amateur competitions in several categories. Practice and registration are Saturday from 5-8 p.m. and Sunday from 10 a.m.-noon. There will be prizes awarded for the top four finishers in each division. RB
LITTLE ROCK FILM FESTIVAL OPENING NIGHT
6 p.m. Argenta Community Theater. $15-$250.
In their quest to get you to take off work for a week, Little Rock Film Festival organizers have moved the festival start-date this year to Tuesday, a day earlier than last year. As usual, the LRFF kicks its schedule off in style. The opening night film, "America's Parking Lot," focuses on a pair of subjects that will be familiar to Arkansans: Dallas Cowboys super-fans. And not just super-fans who own every piece of Cowboys merchandise and apparel and lead their face-painted brethren in cheers, but super-fans whose lives truly revolve around the Cowboys. Super-fans like Stan "Tiger" Shults, who has a daughter named Meredith Landry and says when his first wife asked him to choose between her or the Cowboys, the choice was obvious. "I hate to say this because I love my children and my wife, but I think I probably think about the Cowboys more than I think about my kids and my wife. And that's nothing against them," he tells director Jonny Mars. You've seen obsessives like Shults in documentaries before, but Mars separates his film from the pack both by avoiding caricature and deftly pivoting from the super-fans' perspective to a broader look at the callousness of professional sports, where owners, like the Cowboys' Jerry Jones, are gouging fans who attend games in order to pay for massive new stadiums, built partially with taxpayer dollars. The film screens at 7 p.m. The Argenta Community Theater holds around 250 people. All-access Gold Pass holders ($250) get first crack at seating, followed by Silver Pass holders ($100). Only Gold Pass holders will be admitted to an opening reception at 6 p.m. At the after-party for the film at 9 p.m., the stars of "America's Parking Lot" and some hardcore Razorback tailgaters will have their rigs fired up, Whole Hog and Ben E. Keith will be serving food and Montgomery Trucking will perform. Tickets are $15 or free to Gold or Silver Pass holders. Look for a complete guide to the LRFF in the May 30 edition of the Times or online at arktimes.com. LM