Man, did you enjoy the Deadhand CD-release party a couple of weeks back as much as I did? My crew is still talking about that one, a show that will live in infamy, for sure. I’ve been tracking this other cool new local band called Candy Warpop, who played a spirited fuzz-rock set (only their second live performance) to a small crowd inside Beauty Bar, into which I happened to stumble. Looking forward to seeing ’em rip apart a bigger club as an opening act. No more Warpop shows booked as of this writing, but I’ll keep you updated. Anyhow, let’s examine this week’s offerings.
Vans Warped Tour, which takes place in the Plaza parking lot June 30, is hosting so many bands it makes my head hurt and my eardrums twinge in anticipation of a brutal lashing. Plus, it’s going to be hotter than an MF up in there, which means if you plan on going to this all-day indie music fest sponsored by a shoe company you’d better bring sunblock, earplugs and an upbeat attitude. You’ll feel like you’ve gotten your money’s worth ($38.50) if you don’t skip the set by California deathcore/symphonic metal outfit Winds of Plague, a merciless sextet that will induce the biggest, most ferocious mosh pit ever seen on Fremont Street. I plan on being the oldest person at this show, so don’t worry: If I happen to spot your teenage son flying through the air like a rag doll, I’ll be sure to revive him with a $5 bottle of water when he lands in the dust. Seriously, though—Winds of Plague, along with Lucero, Black Veil Brides and Unwritten Law are the bands I recommend checking out during this event, which celebrates its 17th year.
Roots-rock/raw-soul act Grace Potter and The Nocturnals are ready to shake the walls of Red Rock Resort’s Sand Bar, 9 p.m. July 1. The band’s self-titled third album came out this time last year, and it still gets regular rotation here at Casa Keene. If you dig raunchy guitars and a rowdy female singer à la Janis Joplin, this band will cut you to the quick. Potter has a tune in her arsenal called “Only Love” that I really hope she includes in her set this weekend. What a voice!
Salt Lake City’s Codi Jordan Band brings its very pop and quite appealing take on reggae-rock to The Bunkhouse, 9 p.m. July 7. You can totally—and I mean, like, totally, bro—sense the Utah snowboard bum in Jordan’s voice and drinking-beer-in-the-sunshine guitar riffs and grooves. Songs such as “Pretty Girls,” with lyrics “Just like the cover of Vanity Fair/A short, short skirt and no underwear” aren’t going to win him the admiration of feminists. But as far as buoyant college rock goes, this group seems guaranteed to get you shakin’ what your mama gave you. Jordan’s most recent album, 2010’s Positivity, is what its title promises—positive party tunes, and will appeal to fans of Sublime and 311.