Two Gallants’ devastating punk-folk-blues is like a nail gun:
It rivets you to where you stand. It’s viciously cathartic, and better
with a friend and a beer to tear in. Adam Stephens writes lyrics like a
Dust Bowl gutter poet and fingerpicks guitar like John Fahey;
Tyson Vogel drums like a springtime rain shower, steady but
unpredictable. The pair is one of the sharpest songwriting duos around.
(Crocodile, 2200 Second Ave, 441-5611. 9 pm, $10 adv/$12 DOS,
21+.)