Jack Pearadin and Doug Nelsen found a 1.73-carat diamond after nearly a year of searching the park's field.
9:30 p.m. White Water Tavern.
The trio Color Club (formerly of Fayetteville, presently of Little Rock) has a new EP out and available Saturday, with five tracks of jagged post-punk, dominated by Casio-tones and syncopated, up-tempo drumbeats. The band grafts the chant-along aggression of Riot Grrl pioneers like Bikini Kill onto the loose, No Wave-y funk of ESG or maybe Lizzy Mercier Descloux's album "Press Color."
Nowhere is this amalgamation better exemplified than on opener "Color Feel/Miss Communication." That track's funky bass line carries over on the next tune, "Don't Cry," a withering dis to would-be crybabies. Pity the poor sap (or saps) who inspired this track, especially when they sing the kiss-off chorus: "Boo hoooo / let's throw a pity party."
"Femmes" informs suitors that they "are second to my girls." The final song, "My Baby," has overlapping singing that sounds like a lost Le Tigre track, probably a welcome proposition for fans of that band.
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