So I’m standing there next to the wall that divides The Waiting Room’s stage area with the rest of the bar, next to a video camera that was recording The Third Men’s entire set, wondering how anyone was ever going to hear this band’s music.

Like I mentioned before, Boost is one of the best CDs I’ve heard this year, released on Speed! Nebraska records, eventually available from iTunes and Rhapsody and other online sales points. That’s a lot of availability, but still, who would go out and buy this disc? Here we were at their CD release show with maybe 50 people. The band was pleased with the turn-out, but I thought it was kind of light. What did I expect? It was a Thursday night and there had been very little pre-show hype (My item in The Reader was useless, seeing as the paper apparently hadn’t been distributed that day — there certainly weren’t any new copies at TWR last night). I’m watching them run through their set of songs from the new album, and this guy tells me, “These guys are the most accessible band in Omaha. I could play this for my friends (He was a youngster) or my folks and all of them would be able to get into it.” He was right. And it was because of that accessibility that Third Men music would work so well on radio. But we all know that will never happen.

Neither would serious touring. Here was a band whose style would work well in rock clubs around the country. I can imagine them opening for Matthew Sweet or R.E.M. or Wilco (talk about dreaming). Still, every member of the band has a real job/career and isn’t about to let that go to hit the road (well, unless Matthew Sweet or R.E.M. or Wilco called).

On top of that, I also know that Boost will never get reviewed in Pitchfork or any of the mainstream music publications (not that the band sent copies to them anyway). What would Pitchfork think of this album? It’s not indie, it’s not electro-dance, it’s not freak folk. It wouldn’t get reviewed. Believe me — I get a lot of CDs in the mail. As hard as I try to listen to them all, I’ll never have that much time. Imagine how many discs Pitchfork gets per week? I assume they shuffle through them and decide which to review based on being familiar either with the band or its label. Any copies of Boost sent to Pitchfork would wind up in a bin with all the other CDs from bands and labels that the editors never heard of.

So how does The Third Men’s music get heard? On stage, at shows like last night’s. Hopefully people who went will tell their friends and the next time they play, the crowd will be a bit bigger (though their next show, at TWR Dec. 20, will be part of a night of cover acts — i.e., they’ll only be playing cover songs). At that pace, without radio, without touring, The Third Men’s record will be lucky to sell a few hundred copies. Which is probably enough for these guys, anyway. Still, it’s a shame that it’ll likely never get heard by a bigger audience, an audience that would eagerly embrace this band…

Anyway… onto the weekend, which starts tonight with McCarthy Trenching at The Waiting Room with Alina Simone, Brad Hoshaw, & Reagan and The Rayguns. Sounds like the only full band on the bill is The Rayguns, everyone else is either playing solo acoustic or with only one or two side players. $7, 9 p.m.

Meanwhile, down at Sokol Underground, it’s the Nebraskafish Rising showcase featuring Sam Martin (Capgun Coup), No, I’m the Pilot, Ingrid Blood, Outlaw Sin Bandana (Brendan Hagberg), Robert Cook and FTL Drive. $6, 9 p.m.

Tomorrow night could be tricky if we get hit with an ice storm. Hopefully it’ll miss us and I’ll be able to make it to The Barley St. where singer/songwriter Todd Grant is scheduled to play a solo set accompanied by some of the area’s best troubadours including Scott Roth (Roth canceled, he’s being replaced by…) Ted Stevens, Cary Smith and Jake Bellows (Neva Dinova). Grant, a former member of ’90s band Compost, will unveil a set of new material as well as songs recorded with Tim Kasher (Cursive) and, for the first time in years, will perform songs from his critically acclaimed 1995 solo album, Strangled Soul, an album which I still listen to regularly. Todd Grant shows are always unpredictable, and I suspect this one will be as well. 9 p.m., absolutely free.

Meanwhile, down at Slowdown, it’s Dischord Records band Antelope with The Stay Awake and Bring Back the Guns. Antelope carries on the Washington D.C. punk tradition, sounding like Fugazi meets pre-dance Rapture. The Stay Awake are one of Omaha’s best math/punk bands. Only $5, 9 p.m.

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The last few times that I’ve seen Domestica play — whether at O’Leaver’s or The Waiting Room or wherever — I was a tad disappointed in the volume level. Among the things Mercy Rule was known for back in the old days was Jon Taylor’s hugely loud, all-encompassing guitar sound — massive yet tuneful, and never painful (as long as you took the proper precautions, which Slowdown now sells over by the photo booth for 50 cents a pair). Taylor told me during our recent interview that he’d decided to tone the guitar down with this new band, that it wasn’t necessary to prove his guitar might by turning it to 11. So while past Domestica shows have been great, there was always something missing. Well, it wasn’t missing Saturday night at Slowdown. I can’t remember Taylor’s guitar ever sounding that loud. It was freaking crazy LOUD, beautifully LOUD. During the set, a local guitar pro walked up and said, “I’ve never heard anything like this before. It’s loud and I’m wearing earplugs.” Was this insane volume necessary for Domestica to work? No, but it sure was fun.

Heck, you knew the whole night was going to be a fun when at 9 p.m. the Slowdown grunts pulled back the dividers to reveal a stage adorned in checkered flags, a Hot Wheels track and a sign that said, Welcome Racing Fans. The show started at around 9:45 with The Monroes. I’ve never heard a Gary Dean Davis-fronted band on such a large stage with such a large sound system. The result was as expected — big and loud and sonically perfect. You felt every nuanced Lincoln Dickison guitar chord, every Gary Dean grunt and Tulis bass note. The most impressive difference, however, was Jesse Render’s drums. In small rooms like O’Leaver’s, Jesse can get buried and lost. For the first time, I could really feel his drumming and got a new appreciation for just how good he is. It was the best sounding Monroes set I’ve ever heard, but I have to admit that as pristine as it was, I would still prefer to see these guys at O’Leaver’s or The Niner or any other of the city’s smaller stages. It’s a band that deserves a room where the crowd is standing right in front of them rather than seated somewhere beyond the shiny dance floor.

After The Monroes finished their set, the races began — bracketed double-elimination Hot Wheels action. The double-lane track was draped from a table in front of the stage all the way across Slowdown’s dance floor. The heated action was accented by a record played over the sound system consisting of race track noises. Sweet!

Ideal Cleaners took the stage after the first round of heats. Again, the Slowdown sound system allowed you to hear parts of songs that are missed at O’Leaver’s or Sokol Underground. The band blew through a selection of tunes off Muchacho!, their just-released Speed! Nebraska full-length, before leaving the stage and resuming the Hot Wheel races.

Those races were still under way when Domestica began its set. Sound guy Dan Brennan certainly earned his pay Saturday night. With the first song, Taylor’s guitar was absolutely huge, so huge that you couldn’t hear vocalist Heidi Ore’s sweet-angel voice — and that’s a big problem. Brennan, however, was on it, and by the third song, Heidi was brought higher in the mix, her gossamer soprano cutting through Taylor’s low-slung guitar growl. This was how Domestica’s music should always be heard — big, mean, muscular. Here’s to Taylor never turning it down, no matter where he plays.

I was told by Slowdown’s owners that the bar originally wanted the show performed in Slowdown Jr., the small front-room stage, but that the bands insisted on the big stage and were willing to pay for it. In the end, it was the right decision if only to hear this music on such a mighty sound system. The final numbers were 106 paid at $6 a head, which was more than enough to cover facility costs and give the bands some cash to take home.

It’s been a busy November for Speed! Nebraska Records. This Thursday, Speed! band The Third Men will host their CD release show at The Waiting Room for their new full-length, Boost. It’s another must-see show…

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It’s shaping up to be another weekend to be spent at Slowdown. Tonight, Landing on the Moon headlines the small stage with openers Acadia and the Asteroid out of Billings, and Bright Light Fever out of Sacramento. LotM’s Oliver Morgan says look for a set of all new material, most of which will be on the band’s next full length, slated for next summer (They’re in the studio now). 9 p.m., $7.

Tomorrow night on Slowdown’s big stage, it’s the Speed! Nebraska Records Drag Race and Rock Show featuring The Monroes, Ideal Cleaners and headliner Domestica. This is a once-in-a-lifetime can’t-miss spectacle for just $6. Show starts at 9.

It’s not the only show tomorrow night. Punk band The Stay Awake plays at The 49’r with Latitude Longitude. $5, 9:30 p.m. Team Love band Flowers Forever plays at The Barley St. Tavern with UUVVWWZ and Dim Light, 9 p.m., free. While over at The Waiting Room, it’s Sarah Benck and the Robbers with The Filter Kings and Son of 76. $7, 9 p.m.

Finally Sunday night, again at Slowdown Jr., it’s Outlaw Con Bandana (featuring special guest Matt Rooney) with The Bruces and the Southpaw Bluegrass Band. $7, 9 p.m.

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Just posted, a nice long feature on Domestica (read it here). The story begins in 1999 discussing the reasons behind the break-up of Mercy Rule, and runs through their one-off reunion at The Brothers in 2006 and eventual step forward as Domestica. It’s a heartwarming story that you can share with your families tomorrow at Thanksgiving dinner. The article was so long that I had to use this week’s Lazy-i column space to get it all in (so no column tomorrow).

One part that didn’t make it into the article: The story behind Mercy Rule’s lighting. Anyone who ever saw the band in its heyday in the ’90s will remember how Mercy Rule used flood lights mounted on the stage — pointed straight up — producing an eerie yet cool hatchet-lighting effect. Jon Taylor said he got the idea after going to a Flaming Lips concert. Before the band went on while the stage was still dark, the club was filled with smoke. An unseen voice came over the PA saying, “Don’t breath the smoke.” He thought he was going to suffocate when suddenly the stage lit up with blinding flood lights pointed directly into the crowd, cutting through the haze. Taylor liked what he saw.

“With four-band lineups, everyone looks the same,” said Domestica frontwoman Heidi Ore (who’s also Taylor’s wife). “If you change your lights, you’ve already changed something.”

“We were always the best lit band of the night,” Taylor said. “Days after a show, we’d get a stack of photos in the mail from someone in the crowd, saying, ‘You guys were really well lit.'” There’s a photo of what it looked like in the story.

I admitted that whenever I went to Domestica shows I was a little disappointed that the lights were gone, as stupid as it sounds they added something special to those Mercy Rule shows. Taylor said he still has the lighting rig. Will we see it used again at this Saturday night’s show at Slowdown? Keep your fingers crossed.

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I’ve come to believe that hip-hop is best served as a recorded medium. At least that’s always been my experience whenever I’ve gone to a live hip-hop show. Last night’s Blue Scholars’ gig at the Waiting Room, unfortunately, was no exception. All the cool instrumental counter-melodies, all the little subtleties heard on the duo’s CDs, were lost amidst the bass-heavy mix. I know heavy bass is the language of hip-hop — I drive next to the same ridiculous, bass-blasting SUVs that you do, the ones that force you to roll your windows up. I get it. I felt like I was riding in that SUV last night, the bass reducing the beauty of the songs to one long evening of thump-thump-thump. The other disappointment: the rapping. Unlike most hip-hop I’ve heard on MTV or wherever, you can understand every word of every Blue Scholars song… on disc. Blame it on the live setting, where half the battle is getting the crowd into it, but MC Geo’s rhyming sounded forced and rushed, as if he was overextending himself to get above that bass. The only time I felt connected to the band was during the anti-war song “Back Home,” and on one other song where Geo brought the sound down to a whisper before blowing it all up again. Strangely, the Scholars didn’t sing their latest single, “Joe Metro,” probably their most tuneful song which was just released as an EP. Who knows, maybe they kept it as an encore, which the Tuesday-night crowd of around 50 wasn’t going to get, as Geo literally handed the mic over to Psalm One to begin her set.

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Look, no one has to go to work tomorrow, right? So there’s no reason to miss The Song Remains the Same at The Waiting Room with The Whipkey Three. I won’t recast what I’ve already said about TSRTS, just go read this column, which explains the band and what they’re about. $7, 9 p.m.

If I don’t see you tomorrow, have a happy Thanksgiving.

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When Del the Funkee Homosapien came to Slowdown a few weeks ago, I got plenty of shit about not posting anything about the show on my site. Fact is, I’m not a follower of Del’s. I barely know who he is. That doesn’t mean I don’t like hip-hop. Au contraire. I like hip-hop, I’m just excruciatingly choosy as to what hip-hop I listen to. You can count the number of hip-hop albums I own on two hands, and it’s mostly old school stuff by N.W.A., Ice Cube, Ice-T, Public Enemy, as well as some stuff by Brother Ali, Justin Warfield (years and years before She Wants Revenge), Danger Mouse and those old white guys, the Beastie Boys.

And Blue Scholars. I got a copy of their debut in the mail back in 2004 and reviewed it in the matrix, saying: “I don’t know a lot about hip-hop — that’s well documented. But I do know what I want when hip-hop comes to mind. Good, clean beats. The ability to understand at least some of the lyrics. A clear flow. I turn off bad hip-hop almost immediately. It better hold my attention. This did. It’s well-produced. I like them horns. Reminds me of Pharcyde. From Seattle, with attitude.”

I figured no one knew who they were, but I was wrong, as per usual. Blue Scholars have something of a cult following in the Pacific Northwest. Their songs are about life and living in Seattle; their name is a play on the phrase “blue collar,” which is what they’re all about. Their most recent full-length, Bayani, is a head trip rhymed in the language of a guy you’d meet riding the 49 Metro (Seattle’s equivalent to a MAT bus) cross town — with the same concerns and frustration of anyone just trying to make ends meet. Forget all the gangsta and bling-isms, Blue Scholars is honed, accurate social commentary from two very smart guys — DJ Sabzi and MC Geologic — who know their history and can tell you about it in a way that won’t let you to sit still. They were named the best hip-hop act in Seattle Weekly‘s 2006 Music Awards Poll. Their just-released EP, Joe Metro, charted on CMJ. I never thought I’d see them on an Omaha stage, yet here they come tonight, opening for Psalm One and Articulate at The Waiting Room. $10, 9 p.m. Go!

In other news:

At Saturday’s birthday party for Feirin down at Slowdown, Saddle Creek Records executive Robb Nansel told me that Slumber Party Records just signed a distribution deal with Saddle Creek that will dramatically increase the reach of that label, whose roster has included Capgun Coup (now on Team Love), Bear Country, April in Andalusia, Conchance, FTL Drive and Honeybee .

In addition to distributing their own products, Saddle Creek also distributes products for Range Life Records (White Flight, 1,000,000 Light Years, Fourth of July) and Team Love — all of which, are in turn, distributed by ADA. Go to the Saddle Creek online store and there’s already a link to the new Slumber Party Records online store. Nansel said the first release under the new distro deal will be Baby Walrus on Feb. 5.

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According to an item at the Minneapolis Star-Tribune website, Conor Oberst will be performing for three back-to-back nights at The 400 Club in Minneapolis — not as Bright Eyes, but only as Conor Oberst. According to the Trib article (here), “Word from 400 Bar management is that Oberst wants it explicitly known these won’t be Bright Eyes shows – i.e., he won’t be doing any of those songs! He will be playing new material with a different backing band.” Is that the band with M Ward or the solo project with Jake Bellows that Omaha City Weekly‘s Hildy Johnson referenced in last week’s issue (here, scroll to the bottom of the page)? Guess we’d have to go to Minneapolis Dec. 27-29 to find out.

Tomorrow: Domestica. Be here.

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I snuck into The 49’r last night just in time to see The Coffin Killers’ set. It’s the first time I’ve been in the Niner in probably a year or more. The only thing that’s changed is the lighting. It was darker in there than I remembered, as if the overhead lights had been turned off. I liked it. What hasn’t changed is the enormous crowds. As always is the case, if you get there late (as I did) you’re going to have a tough time finding a place to watch the band without being in someone’s way. I lucked out and noticed that no one was standing in front of the trashcan along the wall by the pickle machine and found my spot for the evening, just a foot or so from the band — actually, a great spot.

Coffin Killers play old school punk with a guitar rock attitude. In other words, there’s plenty of melody and actual singing that float on top of the constant barrage of classic punk guitar riffs. While I love punk rock, I’ve never had an encyclopedic knowledge of the genre. Sure, I know the usual dozen or so British and NYC ’70s punk bands that everyone else knows, but I don’t know the obscure stuff by rote like I assume most of the people who were standing in the first three or four rows did. Or maybe I’m just assuming they were punk experts by their tattoos. Regardless, my forced comparison for CK comes by way of ’90s-’00s rock act The Explosion, who actually had a similar sound to The Loved Ones, U.S. Bombs and Strike Anywhere, and who counted Social Distortion among their biggest influences. Any band fronted by Lee Meyerpeter is going to get a few Social D comparisons because his voice so closely resembles Mike Ness’ voice. That said, of all the bands I’ve seen Meyerpeter play in, this one was the least Ness-ian of the bunch. It’s also my favorite. Don’t get me wrong, I like Bad Luck Charm and The Filter Kings, but I enjoy listening to this straight-out melodic punk more than BLC’s cacophony and FK’s southern-fried rural punk. This is power rock with a punk snarl, the kind of music that gets people in the mood to fight. The set-up is simple — Meyerpeter on lead guitar and vocals, looking like a construction guy, his eyes covered by dock worker’s stocking cap. Backing him were bassist Ryan McLaughlin (Race for Titles) and drummer Matt Baum (ex-Desaparecidos, ex-89 Cubs). Baum replaced legendary drummer Jeff Heater, who was celebrating his birthday somewhere in San Diego last night. Meyerpeter toasted Heater in his absence, and the crowd joined in. Few people can match Heater for his over-the-top all-over-the-place drumming style that cranks up the sweat and energy to 11. Baum pumps things up just as effectively, but does it more simply. He’s got a rugged drumming style, bashing the cymbals as hard as he can while wearing what appears to be shooting range ear muffs. Baum is well known for getting up between songs and yelling at the band and the crowd, but he never got up last night, and he didn’t do any yelling until the final song. Rounding out the four-piece was another guitarist, a young guy that looked like a member of The Clash. I don’t know his name, but I’m told he either is or was a member of Cruisin’ Rosie — blazing second guitar that churned it out while Lee did his solos. The band only played for about a half-hour and closed with rocker doused in feedback that still buzzed through the monitors while Baum began to tear down his drum set. Great stuff, indeed.

So what’s going on tonight?

If you’ve been to a One Percent show, chances are you’ve met Feirin, who’s been known to take your money down at Sokol Underground. Well, Feirin and her brothers are celebrating their birthdays tonight at Slowdown with a stellar lineup that includes a slew of the city’s hottest new bands: Conchance, Capgun Coup, Bear Country and Honeybee. It looks like they’re hosting it in the big room, so this may be the best chance you’ll have of seeing Omaha’s Next Wave of indie bands all in one night. $5, 9 p.m.

Meanwhile, down at The Saddle Creek Bar, Sarah Benck (acoustic) and Bleeding Ophans (apparently a derivative of No Blood Orphan) are opening for the Big Al Band CD release party. The Big Al Band is Al Hatfield on guitar and vocals and Metal Barbie on bass and vocals playing noise metal. The first 100 through the door get a free CD. $5, 9 p.m. Other than a Dec. 15 benefit show, this is the last gig currently scheduled for the Saddle Creek Bar, according to their website. Enjoy it while you can.

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Here’s tonight’s best bets.

At The 49’r: The legendary Coffin Killers, a band that features Filter Kings frontman (and ex-Cactus Nerve Thang member and Bad Luck Charm member) Lee Meyerpeter at the helm. I’m told this is a departure from the Filter Kings’ twang-punk to something that’s more punk-punk. As we all know, CK’s drummer, Jeff Heater, has moved to fire-prone San Diego (Is it a coincidence that the town was set ablaze shortly after his arrival?). Taking his place is the equally incendiary Matt Baum (ex-Desaparecidos, ex-’89 Cubs). The Killers get it rolling at 10 and are followed by School of Arms. No idea on the door, but probably $5 or less. Go.

Meanwhile, down at Slowdown Jr, it should be a tad more mellow with Eric Bachmann (Crooked Fingers), Kyle Harvey and Adam Hawkins. Bachmann came through here a year ago with Richard Buckner and it was a terrific show (review). $10, 9 p.m.

It’s twang night over at The Waiting Room, with Lincoln honky-tonk rockers Forty Twenty, The Black Squirrels and Western Electric. $7, 9 p.m.

And last but not least, down at Filmstreams, it’s opening night for the Joy Division biopic CONTROL. Directed by Anton Corbijn, the film has been getting rave reviews all over the world. Do not miss this limited engagement. 4:30, 7, 9:30. Go to Filmstreams.org for more info.

I’ll give you the run-down on the rest of the weekend tomorrow morning. Check back!

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