By Lindsey Millar
and paul peterson
9 p.m., Revolution. $15.
Despite what you may have heard, Girl Talk isn't sold out. All advance tickets are gone, but Revolution has reserved 100 that'll be available when the doors open at 7 p.m. Better get there earlier, the hordes are sure to descend. And for what exactly? To see Greg Gillis, a 27-year-old former biomedical engineer, push buttons on his laptop and dance spasmodically? Well, yeah, sort of. But don't discount the spasmodic dancing. Watch a clip of a past show on YouTube; whether it's by stripping down to his underwear, lighting things on fire or employing synchronized dancers, Gillis knows how to get a party hype. But even more than the chance to see a skinny white dude in his skivvies, the crowds come because Gillis pushes dance floor populism to previously unimagined heights. On his latest, widely-beloved album, “Feed the Animals,” he sampled snippets of some 320 different songs, layering bits of Huey Lewis on top of Lil Mama, Temple of the Dog on Lil Wayne and T.I. over Sinead O'Connor — and that's just on the first song. It's attention-deprived and omnivorous, perfect for the web sprawl that seems to dominate our era. Surprisingly danceable, too. The electro-pop duo Mad Happy opens. LM.
10 p.m., Juanita's. $18 adv., $20 d.o.s.
Those familiar with Josh Homme's role in Queens of the Stone Age, Kyuss and Desert Sessions know that this show is bound to be a barnburner to write home about. Homme's self-described “musical schizophrenia” keeps him in high demand. Buddies since high school, Homme and fellow Eagles of Death Metal guitarist Jesse “The Devil” Hughes (nicknamed by Homme for his methods of enacting total vengeance upon bullies) have kept this project alive for 11 years. The band name stems from Homme's reaction to a friend's urging him to embrace death metal bands, and after hearing Vader, Homme commented they sounded like “the Eagles of death metal.” Opening for Guns N' Roses' 2006 tour, the band didn't go over so well with the audience — Axl Rose asked the crowd if they'd had enough of the “Pigeons of Shit Metal.” A satirical statement issued by EODM in response is certainly worth a read, and the band was paid in full for the tour and even asked to rejoin it later. Also of interest is Hughes' devout Republican loyalty and activism. The Nugent-esque, credentialed journalist and former Republican speechwriter comes complete with NRA membership and claims Obama is a commie. But he believes hunting isn't fair, once saying, “I don't like hunting because they can't shoot back.” Reportedly at the request of EODM, local bar rockers Smoke Up Johnny open the 21-and-up show, which could very likely sell out. Catch a Q&A with Hughes on our entertainment blog, Rock Candy. PP.
8 p.m., the Village. $20-$23.
A recipe for Clutch includes the following ingredients, if not more: a loading dose of hard rock, a dash of punkish metal, a truckload of stoned grooves and some Southern rock seasoning. Simply put, they're a classic rock band with an ultra modern sweep. It's heritage music re-distributed by a 21st century attitude. But for as hard as these guys get, I've yet to hear a Clutch number that you couldn't shake your moneymaker to, or sweat it out to in a bruising mosh pit. But it's a bad-luck day for torn loyalties, as Juanita's has one helluva show Friday as well. We may have to resort to a coin toss. Last year's Clutch show at the Village was one for the books, and this one should be no exception, considering three supporting acts, Willem Maker, the Bakerton Group and Red Fang, are in line to set the mood, which I'm guessing will be festively aggressive. If any of them are half as good as last year's opener, this concert should be both the ticket and the ride. PP.