Rock ’n’ laugh

Off With Their Heads unplugged, and comedy

Music and standup comedy have intersected since Midge Maisel opened for Shy Baldwin — OK, that’s fiction, but Steve Martin was the lead-in for Toto back in the ’70s, and Richard Belzer once did the same for Warren Zevon. Ben Roy uniquely embodies this junction; he’s a comic, who co-wrote and starred in TruTV’s Those Who Can’t, and a singer in a band. He’s also a veteran of J.T. Habersaat’s annual punk-spirited Altercation Comedy Festival in Austin, Texas.

Roy has opened for Minnesota punk rockers Off With Their Heads both as a comic and as a musician. For a show that’s part of a stripped down OWTH tour Friday, Aug. 12, at Manchester’s Shaskeen Pub, he’ll only be telling jokes. He’s joined by local favorite Jay Chanoine and host Eric Hurst for the laughter portion of the evening. That’s followed by music from Nick Ferrero of the Graniteers and Seth Anderson.

Two-thirds of Off With Their Heads, singer-guitarist Ryan Young and drummer Kyle Manning, will close things out.

The duo tour was inspired by Character, an album released mid-lockdown containing reworked versions of favorite songs from the band’s catalog. Adding comedy to the Shaskeen show was Roy’s idea. A native New Englander who relocated to Denver in 1999, he saw an opportunity for a family visit, and a chance to again work with one of his favorite acts.

Both Roy and Chanoine are keen on the idea of blending unplugged punk rock with comedy.

“It actually lends itself super well to stand-up, just because of that more stripped-down vibe,” Roy said in a recent phone interview. “Ryan is a really good songwriter and people love to sing along…. There’s a lot of catharsis to their special brand of misery.”

Starting with jokes and closing with bands makes sense. “It’s harder to go back once you’re in music mode. It’s a different energy,” Roy said. Also, Young and Manning are happy with the arrangement. “They’re all big comedy nerds [and] I know they like that they get to sit and listen and watch.”

Roy recorded his third album of comedy, Take The Sandwich, at the end of 2020, releasing it early last year. It has some great bits about Covid-19, like how the best intentions to eat healthy in lockdown were derailed when his grocery store ran out of quinoa, replaced by mac & cheese and “those shiny Hawaiian buns that are sweet and buttery all at the same time.”

However, his Shaskeen set will draw from non-pandemic material Roy plans to use in an upcoming one-hour special.

“What really frustrates me is this plunge into anti-intellectualism, our continued backslide as a culture into being proud of being inconsiderate or ignorant,” he said, teasing one of the subjects he’ll cover. “It’s super f-in’ annoying [and] it’s created a division in music, especially in punk rock. This feeling you shouldn’t do things to protect other people simply because you’re told to [since] we’re anti-establishment.”

He holds special ire for bad television, particularly the show Is It Cake? “One of the dumbest ideas … of all time,” he said. “Most of the world is struggling to put food in their mouths and we’re using that food to build objects and decide whether they’re food or not. It’s just it’s a slap in the face to the rest of the planet as we careen into an environmental catastrophe.”

The set will be Roy’s second at the Shaskeen; he headlined the regular midweek comedy night in 2021.

“That was my first time and I loved it,” he said. “Everybody was super rad; the comics were all really funny. Growing up, we used to come down to Manchester if there was a show there. I lived in New Hampshire for half the time I was in New England, so it was a little bit of a homecoming to come back as well.”

During the three years that Those Who Can’t ran, Roy lived and worked in Los Angeles. He left with mostly positive feelings about the city.

“It’s a strange place that has the rare distinction of not being nearly as good or as bad as everybody describes it,” he said. “It’s like demonized by so many people as being terrible and it’s not; it’s filled with really awesome people and amazing food and culture. But then there are people who make it out to be ‘Cali! It’s amazing!’ It’s also not that … but I actually liked Los Angeles. It’s alive, and in a weird way that a lot of other places aren’t. I miss a lot of the diversity.”

Off With Their Heads feat. Seth Anderson w/ Ben Roy, Jay Chanoine
When: Friday, Aug. 12, 8 p.m.
Where: Shaskeen Pub, 909 Elm St., Manchester
Tickets: $15 at eventbrite.com

Featured photo: Ben Roy. Courtesy photo.

The Music Roundup 22/08/04

Local music news & events

Sweet and local: A showcase for the original music of singer-guitarist Mary Fagan, The Honey Bees trio include Chris O’Neill on electric guitar and Jock Irvine playing bass. Drawing from the breadth of 20th-century Americana, they offer a mix of early jazz and Western swing, along with rock-tinged folk and chestnuts such as Ernest Tubb’s classic “Walkin’ The Floor Over You” and Billie Holiday’s “Me, Myself and I.” Thursday, Aug. 4, 7 p.m., Eagle Square, North Main St., Concord. See honeybeesband.com.

Bring the doom: A triple bill leans toward the heavy side with Street Trash, a punk band unafraid to cover a GG Allin song should the moment demand it, and Dead Harrison doing its first hometown appearance in a while. Adding to the fun, DH will perform in their original configuration, as a trio. Rounding out the night is Abel Blood, a Granite State quartet that sounds like Captain Beefheart showing up for an Iron Butterfly rehearsal. Friday, Aug. 5, 8 p.m., Nashua Garden, 121 Main St., Nashua, $5 at the door, 21+.

In the round: A singer-songwriter showcase under Portsmouth’s downtown arch has Dan Blakeslee, Kate Redgate and Chad Verbeck swapping tunes. Blakeslee is fresh off his role as Newport Folk Festival’s official busker, a gig that had him joining Anais Mitchell, Natalie Merchant and other luminaries for a rendition of an Elvis Costello song on the same stage where Joni Mitchell later played a historic set. Saturday, Aug. 6, 8 p.m., The Arch, 28 Chestnut St., Portsmouth, $50 and up (two- to six-person tables) at themusichall.org.

Weird folk music: A neighborhood craft brewery that regularly hosts local talent presents Bird Friend in an afternoon concert. The trio of Geoff Himsel, Carson Kennedy and Andrew Eckel bills itself as “a loose collective of friends and relatives.” The group recently released “Summer Slow Dance,” a dirge-y song that’s equal parts sweetness and dread, with echoes of the Velvet Underground in its Nico days. Sunday, Aug. 7, 4 p.m., To Share Brewing Co., 720 Union St., Manchester, tosharebrewing.com.

Funky al fresco: Enjoy an early evening outdoor show with Queen City Soul. With area mainstay George Laliotis on drums and vocals, keyboard player Chis Sink, Travis Shelby on guitar and Justin Greenberg playing bass, the group effortlessly finds a groove, moving between familiar tunes and adventurous jams to arrive at a sound that melds funk, jazz, blues and, as their moniker implies, soul. Tuesday, Aug. 9, 6:30 p.m., Angela Robinson Band Stand, Main and Crescent streets, Henniker, henniker.org.

At the Sofaplex 22/08/04

Honor Society (TV-MA)

Angourie Rice, Gaten Matarazzo.

Also Christopher Mitz-Plasse, Armani Jackson and Kerry Butler.

Rice has the energy of an unstoppable assassin as Honor, a high school senior who is laser focused on getting into Harvard. She has constructed an entire Tracy Flick-meets-all-the-Gossip Girls personality to help her excel and stay on track, getting As in everything and engaging in all the requisite clubs and activities. All she needs now is that little extra nudge, the recommendation from guidance counselor Mr. Calvin (Mitz-Plasse, really pouring on the sleaze) to his contact at Harvard to help Honor’s application stand out. Honor thinks she has it in the bag but then she finds out she’s only one of his top four candidates for the Harvard prize. The others are Victorian-gothy weirdo Kennedy (Amy Keum), the handsome and popular Travis (Jackson) and the nerdy loner Michael (Matarazzo). Honor decides that she needs to take these competitors down by diverting their attention away from their grades. She is able to pull Travis and Kennedy into a school play but with Michael she decides to be more direct and hopes to flirt him into grade-depressing confusion. He proves to be a harder mark than the others but Honor is dedicated to her cause.

When a girl who clearly thinks of herself as a teen throat-cutter who will achieve her goals is talking directly to camera about the awfulness of her hometown and the fakiness of the people she’s surrounded by it isn’t exactly a surprise that “Harvard” turns out to be the friends we made along the way. But Honor Society does this in a way that I wasn’t completely expecting, one that is actually sweeter and more optimistic than you usually get from a teen movie that sets itself up as having an acerbic heart and a conventional collection of story points. And Rice is able to carry all of this very well. She manages to make Honor feel like something approaching a real person — a heightened version of one who is maybe three notches too self-aware for her age, but still somebody who has some layers to her personality. Honor Society maybe isn’t a teen movie for the ages but it is a surprising light and fun little treat. B Available on Paramount+.

The Gray Man (R)

Ryan Gosling, Chris Evans.

Also Billy Bob Thornton, Ana de Armas, a little bit of Alfre Woodard and Regé-Jean Page, who, if this is what he declined to appear in Bridgerton for, should maybe rethink his career choices.

Ryan Gosling is Sierra Six, sort of a Jason Bourne-y, James Bond-ish super-secret CIA assassin type who joined up because it was the alternative to remaining in prison. After nearly 20 years of professional assassin work, he shows signs of not being 100 percent on Team Merciless Killers. During a mission to take out, as station chief Carmichael (Page) describes, a bad guy holding a bad thing, Six declines to take a complicated shot because a kid is nearby. Instead, he causes a whole to-do, with the fighting and the guys breaking through windows and whatnot, and when he finally faces the guy he was sent to kill, the guy tells Six that: he, the soon-to-be-dead guy, is Sierra Four (Callan Mulvey); if Six is here to kill Four someone is probably getting ready to kill Six, and he has proof, hidden in a USB hidden in a necklace (which Four gives to Six), that Carmichael is himself a bad guy.

Six may not know what to believe but he believes enough to not tell mission co-worker Dani (de Armas) about the necklace, which he quickly sends to a safe location. Then he goes on the run, knowing full well that Carmichael will come after him. For help escaping, he turns to Fitzroy (Thornton), the man who recruited him and ran the Sierra program for a while. But Carmichael knows that’s where he’ll turn for help and hires Lloyd Hansen (Evans), a professional psychopath, to put pressure on Fitzroy to get Six. Lloyd will achieve this both with traditional torture, fingernail pulling and the like, and with the psychological torture of taking Fitzroy’s young niece, Claire (Julia Butters), hostage.

“I get it, you’re glib,” Thornton’s character says at the beginning of the movie to Gosling. It’s meant to introduce us to Six but it also sums up the whole movie. The tough guy with a dryly delivered wisecrack is the gas this movie runs on. The engine is a “playing spy” vibe that includes frequent use of jargon-y terms like “wheels up” and “the asset” and “alpha team.” It all has the general appearance and flavor of a spy-vs.-spy action movie without truly being satisfying, the way a frozen personal pizza has the general appearance and flavor of pizza without at all satisfying a pizza craving. The movie is full of international locales and decent-to-good actors delivering their grim and grimly humorous lines and lots and lots of shoot-’em-up scenes and kicky-punchy scenes but everything feels about an inch deep in terms of having a story and characters we really care about to hang this all on.

Well, OK, there’s one character I didn’t really “care” about but enjoyed watching on screen and that’s Evans’ Lloyd. Chris Evans seems to be having an absolute blast with his ridiculous mustache and his even more ridiculous haircut and his general “Wheee, I get to be a jerk! Wheee!” sensibility. He is also glib but he brings a kind of sparkle to it that makes it, while no more substantial, highly watchable.

Look, if you haven’t already, you’re probably going to watch The Gray Man — it’s an Anthony and Joe Russo-directed film, it’s on Netflix, it will fill about two hours of your “what should we watch” time and ask nothing of you. Is that a great recommendation for a movie? No — but as filler entertainment it works just fine. C Available on Netflix.

Mr. Malcolm’s List (PG )

Freida Pinto, Zawe Ashton.

Also Sope Dirisu as the titular Mr. Jeremy Malcolm, Oliver Jackson-Cohen as Lord Cassidy and Theo James as Capt. Henry Ossory.

Julia (Ashton) and Selina (Pinto) are school buddies now both in their marrying years in Regency-era London. After many seasons on the marriage market, Julia thinks she’s finally found her match with the handsome and wealthy Mr. Malcolm. But then he ghosts her in a way that ends up depicted in a tabloid caricature and she’s hurt and humiliated. When she learns why, she nearly glows with rage: she did not meet the specifications on Mr. Malcolm’s list of qualities a wife must have. You see, Mr. Malcolm, in addition to being rich and handsome, is also sort of the worst. He has a list of impossibly high standards and extraordinary qualifications a woman must have — no tacky relatives, skill at playing music, forgiving nature, etc.

Julia decides that what Malcolm needs is to feel the same humiliation and rejection she does so she gets kind Selina, eager to leave her family’s country home after dodging an unwanted proposal multiple times, to come to London. With the help of Lord Cassidy — Julia’s cousin and Malcolm’s friend — Julia tries to mold Selina into Malcolm’s idea of the perfect woman in hopes that he will fall for her and then Julia can get Selina to viciously dump him.

Selina is very “meh” on this plan and halfheartedly allows it to happen around her. She seems just happy to be in London and eventually finds she genuinely likes Malcolm. She also likes Capt. Ossory, a relative of a woman Selina used to work for, who befriends her and starts hanging around with the group that is Julia, Cassidy, Selina, Malcolm and some other relatives.

Selina is a genuinely nice person; Julia, Cassidy and Ossory are goofy but interesting, and then there’s Malcolm, who is just unpleasant. And here’s the problem with this rom-com. I don’t really want Selina to be saddled with Malcolm, handsome though he is, and they’re the couple we’re supposed to be rooting for. I mean, sure, it turns out he’s got all this inner emotional awkwardness, blah blah blah, but that doesn’t retroactively make his character more appealing. This movie (which is based on a novel) has notes of Bridgerton and Jane Austen tales but you don’t get the sharpness, the comedy or the swoony romance that either of those two Regency-love-story providers offers. C+ Available for rent or purchase.

The Sea Beast (PG)

Voices of Karl Urban, Jared Harris.

A brave band of sea-beast hunters can be heroes but still be wrong — such is the message of The Sea Beast, driven home with increasing frequency as this animated movie goes along.

A vaguely pirate-y looking crew are part of a long tradition that takes to the seas and hunts the giant (very colorful) beasts that live in the oceans. Captain Crow (voice of Harris) has long sought to take down a large red beast with his ship the Inevitable. He plans to do just that and then hand command over to long-time crew member Jacob Holland (voice of Urban). But if they don’t catch the red beast there will be nothing to hand over. The king (voice of Jim Carter) and queen (voice of Doon Mackichan) have decided that instead of paying these hunters to catch beasts, they will use the navy to hunt down beasts in giant (and Crow says unseaworthy) cannon-studded ships.

The Inevitable is in a race with one such ship is in a race to find the red beast when they discover a stowaway: Maisie (voice of Zaris-Angel Hator), an orphan full of tales of the sea and the heroics of hunters, like her late parents. Because Jacob had talked to her a bit when the ship was in port, he feels responsible for this child during a beast attack. Maisie and Jacob wind up overboard and face to face with a beast. Perhaps because Maisie had just cut the ropes tying the beast to the ship so the flailing beast wouldn’t pull the ship under, the sea beast doesn’t eat them like little snacks. Later, when Maisie and Jacob find themselves washed up on an island full of similar giant sea creatures, they start to wonder if all they know about sea beasts and their war on humans really constitutes the whole story.

I’d say that this movie isn’t for the youngest kids — there are lots of beasts, some extremely cute and some large and bitey. Scarier still are the humans, with their guns and swords and British-y imperialism. But for maybe 7 or 8 and up, there is a big of swashbuckling pirate-y adventure with vaguely “it’s OK to reevaluate your history” and “hey, not so much with the animal killing” messages, which feels like a nice balance to the (animated) humans fighting with weapons. Scenes on the ocean and on the beast island are particularly eye-catching with their bright colors and picture-book images. B- Available on Netflix.

DC League of Super-Pets (PG)

DC League of Super-Pets (PG)

A horse training family encounters Something at their desert ranch in Nope, the latest film from Jordan Peele.

Krypto, dog of Superman, must save the day when Supes and other human Justice League-ers are captured, in DC League of Super-Pets, a fun animated blend of animal antics and superhero in-jokes.

Superman (voice of John Krasinski) and Krypto (voice of Dwayne Johnson) are besties from all the way back on Superman’s home planet, when Krypto jumped in baby Kal-El’s spaceship as it was leaving an exploding Krypton. Now, as two superheroes and single dudes living in Metropolis, Krypto enjoys his spot at Superman’s No. 1 companion — and is extremely wary of Lois Lane (voice of Olivia Wilde) barging in on their buddy time. But Superman is planning to propose to Lois Lane and he thinks that finding Krypto a new animal friend might be the way to soften the blow of this life change.

At the pet rescue, dog Ace (voice of Kevin Hart) is constantly trying to escape and tries to comfort his fellow unlikely-to-be adopted animals — PB the pig (voice of Vanessa Bayer), Merton (voice of Natasha Lyonne) the elderly nearsighted turtle and Chip (voice of Diego Luna), a squirrel or something — by telling them about the farm upstate he’ll help them get to when he gets away. Superman doesn’t adopt any of these guys but hairless guinea pig Lulu (voice of Kate McKinnon) does wind up following Superman home. After this former Lex Luthor (voice of Marc Maron) test animal manages to snatch a bit of orange kryptonite (which gives superpowers to animals) and green kryptonite (which robs Superman of his powers), Lulu is able to defeat a Superman briefly confused by the cute, squeaky, world-domination-seeking Lulu.

Krypto eventually alerts the Justice League that Superman has been captured but by that point Lulu has activated her own team — fellow guinea pigs not initially psyched about leaving their exercise wheels and water bottles but interested in the variety of superpowers the orange kryptonite gives them. Luckily for Team Good Guys, the pet rescue animals accidentally got some powers of their own: PB can make herself giant or tiny, Merton still can’t see anything but is super fast, Chip can generate lightning from his paws and Ace is super strong and possibly invincible. Krypto, who ate a bit of green kryptonite hidden inside some delicious cheese and has now lost his powers until it, er, exits his system, turns to the rescue pets for help saving the Justice League, even as he worries about his changing place in Superman’s life.

The Ace-Krypto relationship is familiar to many a Hart-Johnson pairing — a combination of light antagonism, playful ribbing and genuine affection. And it works here, as it so often does. These two actors have solid buddy chemistry and it comes through even in cartoon form.

They helm a cast of solid voice work, the standout of which is probably McKinnon, just doing everything as a villain who is as desperate for Lex Luthor’s affection as she is for whatever her “world ruled by guinea pig” plans are.

And you don’t have to be a DC expert to enjoy some of the nice jabs and in-jokes — the “crisis of infinite guinea pigs” chyron on news coverage, the repeated observation that the addition of glasses does not an airtight secret identity make. Some of these jokes were funnier for me than they were for my kids, who were more excited by action, pratfalls and more visual silliness.

DC League of Super-Pets was overall a solid family film, heroically saving the day with two hours of air conditioning and acceptable entertainment to everybody. B

Rated PG for action, mild violence, language and rude humor, according to the MPA on filmratings.com. Directed by Jared Stern and Sam Levine with a screenplay by Jared Stern and John Whittington, DC League of Super-Pets is an hour and 46 minutes long and distributed in theaters by Warner Bros.

Featured photo: DC League of Super-Pets.

An Immense World, by Ed Yong

An Immense World, by Ed Yong (Random House, 359 pages)

In the 17th century, the French philosopher and priest Nicolas Malebranche wrote: “animals eat without pleasure, cry without pain, grow without knowing it: they desire nothing, fear nothing, know nothing.”

That hasn’t aged well.

While the sentiment may have been useful for vivisectionists throughout the ages, what’s not self-evidently wrong in the statement has been proven false by research over the past few decades. As for “knowing nothing,” that nonsense is grandly refuted in Pulitzer Prize-winning science writer Ed Yong’s second book, An Immense World.

Animals may not know how to build bridges or perform cardiac surgery, but they possess extraordinary abilities that humans lack, some of which we now well understand (like echolocation), others that we still can’t. Yong walks us through the ongoing research into animals’ capabilities while trying to make sense of their “umwelt” — their “perceptual world.”

“Umwelt” is a German word coined by a biologist in 1909 to describe what it’s like for a spider to be a spider, for a bird to be a bird. It’s impossible to fully understand animals’ perception of their world, but a genre of scientists called sensory biologists are trying. And their research is fascinating, once you push past wondering why tax dollars are going to pay for their experiments. Thankfully, much of this research is going on in other countries.

For example, there is the scientist who studied insects called treehoppers in a Panama forest and listened to the communication of a family by clipping microphones onto a plant and listening with headphones. Without the headphones, he could hear nothing. But headphones allowed him to eavesdrop in the treehopper world, where the insects were making sounds similar to cows mooing. “The sound was deep, resonant, and unlike anything you’d expect from an insect. As the babies settled down and returned to their mother, their cacophony of vibrational moos turned into a synchronized chorus.”

In anecdotes like this, An Immense World seems a sequel to Yong’s first book, 2016’s I Contain Multitudes, in which he explored the microbes that populate the human body. The takeaway from both is that for all our abilities, for all the wonders of the human eye and ear, we are oblivious to much of what is going on around us (and inside us). When we take the time to learn and pay attention, there is as much reason for awe as there is when we contemplate the night sky.

Yong tantalizingly suggests that learning about animals’ seemingly miraculous senses can help us to make better use of our own. Like the oft-quoted aphorism that humans only make use of a fraction of our brain power, it appears that much of our sensory power goes unused.

Yong visits a California man, blinded by cancer in infancy, who naturally learned to echolocate like a bat. He navigates by making a clicking sound and following the echoes. This doesn’t just allow him to walk and bike down streets, but also to do things sighted people can’t do. For example, when Yong accompanies the man on a walk, he asks if someone had parked on their lawn at a house they passed. The car was half on concrete, half on grass. The man was able to perceive this without seeing, just from decades of practicing echolocation. He is blind, but inhabits a rich sensory world that sighted people don’t access; that is his umwelt.

Similarly, animals inhabit worlds that may not be as expansive as ours in some ways, but they are attuned to scents, sensations, chemicals and magnetic and electrical fields we don’t perceive.

As Yong travels the world interviewing scientists who work with animals ranging from manatees to electric fish to rattlesnakes, he explains their extraordinary abilities in largely accessible language (although there are passages in which an advanced degree would help).

He devotes a chapter to the subject that is most controversial in the general population: how animals experience pain. Pain, as Yong describes it, is “the unwanted sense,” and it is a difficult subject for modern scientists to explore, since most of them reject the ancient belief that animals are fundamentally oblivious to it. There is still wide disagreement about to what degree animals experience pain, and whether this is reason enough to stop eating lobster.

What most people call pain is actually two different experiences, Yong explains. The first is nociception, which is our response to painful stimuli, such as touching a hot stove or an electrified fence. Our sense of touch apprehends danger and we pull back instinctively. The pain that follows is a different thing. Some scientists have argued that all animals’ reactions to painful stimuli is nociception, that they can’t suffer as we do. Not everything that is alive has consciousness, which is believed to require a nervous system. And some creatures exhibit behavior in which they do seem oblivious to what we would think of as excruciating pain: say, the male praying mantis that mates with a female that is devouring him.

But research has shown that a wide range of animals subjected to pain will choose painkillers that are offered to them. This is true of even zebrafish. And animals who respond to injury by licking and grooming will stop when given painkillers. But Yong offers no clear answers, like the scientist who tells him, “I’m often asked if crabs and lobsters feel pain, and after 15 years of research, the answer is maybe.”

Yong is more definitive when it comes to what our response should be to new knowledge about how animals’ lives are governed by senses of which we are largely unaware. For example, we now know that the migratory patterns of birds and butterflies are affected by artificial light, that sea turtle hatchlings (which have a 1 in 10,000 shot of enduring to maturity) die because they are drawn to house lights and bonfires when these eclipse the moonlight, which would normally guide them to sea.

The fluttering of moths around a lightbulb can be fatal to them; many die of exhaustion. The “Tribute of Light” that New York City installs each year to commemorate 9/11 can be seen for 60 miles and disrupts the migration of thousands of songbirds, so much so that when too many confused birds start circulating the light, it’s shut off for 20 minutes to allow them to, as your GPS would say, recalculate.

Animals evolve and adapt and many will eventually adjust to modernity if they don’t go extinct. The pandemic showed us, however, that nature can quickly bounce back once humans change their behavior. The first step in doing so is knowledge.

An Immense World is a lackluster title; not so the book. Others have dabbled in this topic, such as primatologist Frans de Waal in 2016’s Are We Smart Enough to Know How Smart Animals Are? Yong, who seems incapable of covering a topic superficially, does it better than most. A


Book Events

Author events

LAURIE STONE presents Streaming Now: Postcards from the Thing That Is Happening at Gibson’s Bookstore (45 S. Main St., Concord, 224-0562, gibsonsbookstore.com) on Thursday, Aug. 4, at 6:30 p.m.

MARIANNE WILLIAMSON presents The Politics of Love at the Bookery (844 Elm St., Manchester, bookerymht.com, 836-6600) on Wednesday, Aug. 10, at 7 p.m. Free event; register at www.bookerymht.com/our-events.

KATHLEEN BAILEY and SHEILA BAILEY present their book New Hampshire War Monuments: The Stories Behind the Stones at Gibson’s Bookstore (45 S. Main St., Concord, 224-0562, gibsonsbookstore.com) on Thursday, Aug. 11, at 6:30 p.m.

R.A. SALVATORE presents Glacier’s Edge at Gibson’s Bookstore (45 S. Main St., Concord, 224-0562, gibsonsbookstore.com) on Friday, Aug. 12, at 6:30 p.m.

CASEY SHERMAN presents Helltown at the Bookery (844 Elm St., Manchester, bookerymht.com, 836-6600) on Sunday, Aug. 14, at 1:30 p.m. Free event; register at www.bookerymht.com/our-events.

Poetry

OPEN MIC POETRY hosted by the Poetry Society of NH at Gibson’s Bookstore (45 S. Main St., Concord, 224-0562, gibsonsbookstore.com), starting with a reading by poet Sam DeFlitch, on Wednesday, July 20, from 4:30 to 6 p.m. Newcomers encouraged. Free.

DOWN CELLAR POETRY SALON Poetry event series presented by the Poetry Society of New Hampshire. Monthly. First Sunday. Visit poetrysocietynh.wordpress.com.

Writers groups

MERRIMACK VALLEY WRITERS’ GROUP All published and unpublished local writers who are interested in sharing their work with other writers and giving and receiving constructive feedback are invited to join. The group meets regularly Email [email protected].

Book Clubs

BOOKERY Monthly. Third Thursday, 6 p.m. 844 Elm St., Manchester. Visit bookerymht.com/online-book-club or call 836-6600.

GIBSON’S BOOKSTORE Online, via Zoom. Monthly. First Monday, 5:30 p.m. Bookstore based in Concord. Visit gibsonsbookstore.com/gibsons-book-club-2020-2021 or call 224-0562.

TO SHARE BREWING CO. 720 Union St., Manchester. Monthly. Second Thursday, 6 p.m. RSVP required. Visit tosharebrewing.com or call 836-6947.

GOFFSTOWN PUBLIC LIBRARY 2 High St., Goffstown. Monthly. Third Wednesday, 1:30 p.m. Call 497-2102, email [email protected] or visit goffstownlibrary.com

BELKNAP MILL Online. Monthly. Last Wednesday, 6 p.m. Based in Laconia. Email [email protected].

NASHUA PUBLIC LIBRARY Online. Monthly. Second Friday, 3 p.m. Call 589-4611, email [email protected] or visit nashualibrary.org.

Language

FRENCH LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE CLASSES

Offered remotely by the Franco-American Centre. Six-week session with classes held Thursdays from 6:30 to 8:30 p.m. $225. Visit facnh.com/education or call 623-1093.

Album Reviews 22/08/04

JoVia Armstrong, Antidote Suite (Wild Kingdom Records)

The term Afrofuturism — referring to a “cultural aesthetic and philosophy of science and history that explores the intersection of African diaspora culture with science and technology” — was coined by culture critic Mark Dery, an on-again/off-again friend-acquaintance who’s been mad at me for like a year because I clumsily made fun of him on Twitter for his nerdy distaste for sports. Speaking of clumsy, the genre definition offered above — can’t we just say Afrofuturism is Black cyberpunk culture? no? — is a bit misleading as pertains to this album, which, if it’d come from anyone whose musical career hadn’t been borne of a, well, too-academics-driven approach to a life’s mission of spreading awareness about Black struggle in the Information Age, would be immediately classified as chilly, often beautiful but not earth-shakingly original soundscaping. Guests include bassist Isaiah Sharkey, guitarist Jeff Parker, vocalist Yaw Agyeman and rapper Teh’Ray Hale. There’d be no earthly reason for me not to recommend this to anyone; lots of interesting genre-mixing here. A+

Sator, Return of The Barbie-Q-Killers (Wild Kingdom Records)

Here we go, just what I needed right now, an old-school punk band from Sweden. And I do mean old-school; they’ve been together since 1981, originally under the moniker Sator Codex, which points to the Throbbing Gristle/Cabaret Voltaire niche they cite as an influence. Other than that, the record collections of the members’ youth were pretty standard: Motorhead, Chuck Berry, Ramones, Clash and such. Doesn’t matter, though. There are 24-count-’em songs crammed into this release, with most of the songs clocking in at around two minutes, which put it at an A grade before I even listened to any of it. The music is a blur of Misfits/Ramones gloriousness, opening with a punkabilly-tinged “Get Out Of My Way”; a Lords Of The New Church-sounding “Shimmy Shake,” even an obvious nod to New York Dolls in “Pumps, Purse And A Pillbox Hat.” From my seat there’s nothing wrong with this album whatsoever. A+

Playlist

• Gross, it’s freakin’ August already, it’s just going to be hot and insane out and then we’ll have those perfect September days with blue skies and a tinge of autumn in the air. So pleasant and nice, I hate it so much, but it’s on the way, and our first order of August business is to talk about the albums that’ll be in the stores and Pirate Bays and virus-slathered darkweb cubbies on Aug. 5. I usually try to get the least pleasant stuff out of the way first, and this week that’s definitely overrated Scottish club DJ Calvin Harris’s new album, Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 2. No, I’m not saying I mindfully loathe Harris; it’s just that when my journalistic beat was the velvet-rope techno-club scene, Harris was one of those tedious funk guys, and he bothered me the same way Steve Aoki did. Not enough progressive house in his mix, is what I mean; I really prefer progressive house over regurgitated Chicago-style house, which is too heavy on the disco (think Madonna’s “Vogue” for reference’s sake). OK, you’re staring at me wondering what I’m talking about, as if I even know; suffice to say that I’d rather listen to a deep house genius like King Britt than a lowbrow slob like Calvin Harris. And now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, you know what’ll happen next, I’m going to go listen to Harris’s new single “Potion” and it’ll actually be OK. But I doubt it; guest vocalists for this album include ridiculously overexposed lummoxes like Justin Timberlake, Halsey and Snoop Dogg, and — wait, here’s the video for “Potion.” It features corporate-pop diva Dua Lipa with Young Thug, and — yup, there it is breezy after-party music that’s too loud and in-your-face for an after-party. Yuck, it’s too disco-ey, possessed of basically no class. My God, my life would have been so much easier if I’d been born the type of imbecile who’d prefer this over Oscar G or whatever. No one should listen to this song, period. It’s got the vibe of the typical soundtrack to a 1970s porno movie. Barf barf barf.

• Uh-oh, look sharp everyone, it’s British sort-of-tech-metal heroes Kasabian, with The Alchemist’s Euphoria, their new album! If you’re wondering, yes (I just found this out for sure), they were named after Linda Kasabian, the former Charles Manson groupie, isn’t that special, and for the record, everything I’ve heard from them to date has been pretty cool. That brings us to the here and now, with a new song called “Scriptvre,” a noisy, trashy joint that’s a cross between Rage Against The Machine and Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Give It Away.” Definitely something of a ’90s-rock-revival persuasion, which, let’s face it already, isn’t the worst thing that could happen, being that the current ’80s rebirth is well past its sell-by date.

• Blah blah blah what else — ah, here’s one, a new album titled All 4 Nothing, the second album from Lauv, a.k.a. Ari Staprans Leff, a San Francisco-born singer-songwriter! With a title as stupid as All 4 Nothing I’d expected the title track to dredge up memories of Marky Mark or something equally hideous, but it’s not quite that bad, that is unless the thought of an Auto-Tuned Peabo Bryson makes your stomach a bit unstable. Nothing to see here, folks, just a smooth bedroom beat, a millennial whoop thrown in to stupid-check Leff’s target audience, etc. It’s listenable.

• We’ll end with a new live album from ancient folk-pop mummy and dreadful singer Neil Young, Noise & Flowers, I can’t wait, can you? All I know right now is there’s a live version of the tune “From Hank To Hendrix” that’s pretty good if you can get past that wounded-possum voice of his, ack ack.

If you’re in a local band, now’s a great time to let me know about your EP, your single, whatever’s on your mind. Let me know how you’re holding yourself together without being able to play shows or jam with your homies. Send a recipe for keema matar. Message me on Twitter (@esaeger) or Facebook (eric.saeger.9).

Stay in the loop!

Get FREE weekly briefs on local food, music,

arts, and more across southern New Hampshire!