I've often been quoted as saying "I fucking hate the Shins." Then I was forced to listen to their forthcoming album, Wincing the Night Away (don't tell Sup Pop), and I don't know if it's because the days are slowly getting brighter, but I suddenly don't hate the Shins. I'd even say they're slightly charming. Their singer and songwriter, James Mercer, plays a solo set tonight, which will probably include some Shins stuff, and it'll probably be great. It's all to benefit muscular dystrophy research, and hate the Shins or not, that's something everyone can back. (Neumo's, 925 E Pike St, 709-9467. 8 pm, $25, 21+.)