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Times New Viking [Exodus; 10 p.m.]

Ohio's Times New Viking recently signed to Matador, but they already have a committed fan base (or perhaps just really enthusiastic friends). There was quite a bit of slam-dancing and general hysteria in the first few rows of the crowd as the trio slammed out high-energy, melodic noise-punk, drummer Adam Elliott deep-throating the microphone and keyboardist Beth Murphy pumping her fist in the air and showing off her luxurious armpit hair. By the time their Matador debut is out, that excitement will probably have spread far enough to fill up a room.

[Bonde Do Role Beauty Bar; 11 p.m.]

Unlike last summer at the Pitchfork Music Festival, Bonde Do Role's set didn't result in a trip to the hospital for hellion frontwoman Marina Ribatski. It was nice and safe, but still crazy fun, with Ribatski baiting the crowd with Portuguese lessons and sing-alongs while humping her microphone and smoking audience members' cigarettes. The song that samples "Summer Nights" from Grease incited the packed house to near orgasm. Not much more I can say that those photos don't already tell you.

Thurston Moore [The Mohawk Patio; 12 a.m.]

I've seen Sonic Youth perform countless times, and Thurston Moore solo several more, but I've never seen-- or even heard, I don't think-- Thurston Moore play an acoustic guitar. Sitting down, even! Joined by SY's Steve Shelley on drums and Sumara Lubelski on violin, Moore debuted songs from his forthcoming solo album in a trance-inducing set that crossed the boundaries between drone, folk, and psychedelia. New tunes like "Frozen Guitar", "Never", and "Friend" were mostly instrumental, meandering down autumnal woodland pathways at twilight. Isn't it crazy that Universal Records puts this stuff out?

The Faint [Eternal; 12:40]

I learned something last night: The Faint are still insanely popular. So popular, in fact, that I couldn't get very close to the stage for their late night set at Eternal. So you'll have to make do with this one shitty photo, sorry. Pretend there's beer dripping from the ceiling, a drunk dude falling all over the place dancing behind you, and the band sounds tighter than ever, and you're pretty much there.