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Born in the gutters of Portland, Oregon, Hillstomp defines the down 'n' dirty gutbucket blues. Guitarist Henry Christian and percussionist John Johnson stir up a racket with their curious mash of junkyard noise and quasitraditional juke-joint jams. The slide guitar is nasty-sweet, the backbeats cantankerous, and the dual vocals upchucked as if from a garbage disposal. The band's saving grace is its set list, split between old-school favorites by the likes of Muddy Waters, Bukka White, and R.L. Burnside, and growly originals that aim for back-alley authenticity. Overalls, Dickies, and earplugs are recommended when Hillstomp blows the roof off Bottom of the Hill on Wednesday, April 16, at 9 p.m. Admission is $10; call 621-4455 or visit www.bottomofthehill.com for more info. — Sam Prestianni
Along with fellow U.K. grindcore pioneers Napalm Death, Extreme Noise Terror has spent more than two decades churning out an unholy racket that has pushed the boundaries of heavy music. Matching political bile with hardcore tempos and pulverizing guitars, the group was frequently featured on legendary DJ John Peel's BBC radio show, despite its abrasive style. Though a prodigious number of crusty punks and death metallers have rotated through the outfit, original vocalist Dean Jones has anchored a consistently brutal sound that lives up to the band's moniker. Extreme Noise Terror unleashes hell when its current West Coast Distortion Tour brings like-minded extremists Strong Intention and Trap Them as well as local thrashers Verlaten, Agenda of Swine, and Self Inflicted to the stage at Annie's Social Club on Saturday, April 19, at 7:30 p.m. Admission is $8; call 974-15-85 or visit www.anniessocialclub.com for more info. — Dave Pehling
During the Britpop '90s, the Verve was the Rolling Stones to Oasis' Beatles. The Verve was darker, louder, more primal, and more mysterious than its nemesis, with shamanistic singer Richard Ashcroft and brilliant-but-moody guitarist Nick McCabe colliding to create beauty and turmoil in equal measures. Adept at both volcanic space-rock excursions and stadium-sized anthems, the quartet traveled a bumpy personal and professional road until "Bitter Sweet Symphony" finally made the band global superstars in 1997. Two years later, they were splitsville —- McCabe all but disappeared, while Ashcroft pursued a solo career. Last summer, the group announced the reunion of the original lineup, stating an intention to release a new album sometime this year. Reports from recent U.K. gigs suggest the Verve is still able to conjure up plenty of that dark magic of old. The Verve performs on Wednesday, April 23, at the Warfield at 8 p.m. Admission is $35; call 567-2060 or visit www.livenation.com for more info. — Michael Alan Goldberg