Chicago’s Russian Circles have always experimented with music’s
darker side. On Enter, the trio crafted metal-tinged, moody
instrumentals, but managed to break the spell for few a moments of
subtle beauty. On their new record, Station, the band have
abandoned all hope. There’s very little clearing in these
threatening skies—everything is more aggressive, more sinister.
The fearless will be up front, praising the band with a slow, heavy
headbang. (Neumo’s, 925 E Pike St, 709-9467. 8 pm, $10, all
ages.)

Megan Seling is The Stranger's managing editor. She mostly writes about hockey, snacks, and music. And sometimes her dog, Johnny Waffles.