Friday
Aposable Scum — Among the things that make the world a little more livable, one must certainly be noisy rock bands such as Aposable Scum. Buzzing like some long-lost Steve Albini project or the most out-minded moments of the Pavement oeuvre, the local quartet’s lo-fi ruckus is a hot mess that jolts like a suckerpunch. Skewed guitars hum and chime, grinding against each other over buried vocals and percussion. Still, within the band’s dense caterwaul lies a tunefulness born of nervy disquiet — post-punk tangles roughed up for few-frills splendor. Of note: This’ll be Aposable Scum’s CD release party. The abrupt, acid-gurgling Sein Zum Tode provides the evening’s introduction. - B. Reed
Hunter Gatherer: 10 p.m., $5; 748-0540,
myspace.com/huntergathererbrewery.
Harvest Hope Fundraiser — As this year’s season of giving happens to coincide with this generation’s season of economic desperation, it only makes sense to combine a bargain-bin cover ($2 or two cans of food) with dance-fueled escapism. This late show brings a handful of local big-shots to spin their best bangers on behalf of the Harvest Hope Food Bank; disc jockeys include New Brookland Tavern notables Sean Rayford and Andy Crunk, Hardy Childers, Free Times contributor Tug Baker and Free Times music editor Patrick Wall. Drink specials, dancing, charity. It sells itself. After all, this is all about giving — food to Harvest Hope and fun times to you. And you won’t need a bailout to afford admission. - B. Reed
New Brookland Tavern: 9:30 p.m., $2 (free with food donation); 791-4413, newbrooklandtavern.com.
Sunday
Killwhitneydead — Killwhitneydead doesn’t come without cause for controversy. The Greensboro quintet’s penchant for violent sloganeering matches its brutal onslaught. Blast beats, gut-sputtered growls and bludgeoning guitars chug along, injected with dismembered audio clips from movies and TV, crowd-baiting scream-alongs and searing melodic lines — synthesizing pop-culture awareness, Euro-metal harmonics, hardcore’s mob mentality and death metal misanthropy. Earnest crowds chant along to “Save Your Sermons For Sunday,” screaming “Leave no one alive,” an outcome that seems more than likely in the world of Killwhitneydead’s songs. Misogyny and violence prove a fertile breeding ground for Killwhitneydead’s nihilistic tomes, and at the same time give the band an aura of menace that doubles as a marketing angle. - B. Reed
New Brookland Tavern: 9 p.m., $10; 791-4413, newbrooklandtavern.com.
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