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+.)

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