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Houston's 26 Coolest Concerts of Summer 2017

Kendrick Lamar's July 15 show with H-Town's own Travis Scott at Toyota Center may be Houston's single hottest concert of the summer. But don't stop there...
Kendrick Lamar's July 15 show with H-Town's own Travis Scott at Toyota Center may be Houston's single hottest concert of the summer. But don't stop there... Photo by Marco Torres
If the brain-beating, mind-hammering heat of summer could build anything, we might all live in palaces and never again leave the house. But as that may never be the case, we ought to heed this tip from Keats, who may have been anticipating us and the lonely air-conditioned pods in which we huddle all day long when he said, “Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home.”

Summer music can be mellow as sun tea or as volatile as a tequila drunk; what sets it apart is the quantity. The stadiums and nightclubs are chockablock with top-tier names, golden oldies, amplified iditarods, strange night flowers, honeyed human voices, and the susurration of electronic sound-reinforcement systems warming up in advance of your arrival. However you take it, operators are standing by, ready to take your order. Every night a new surprise. [Note: See bottom for a venue guide with addresses, numbers and websites.]

MEAT PUPPETS, mike watt
White Oak Music Hall, May 25
The Meat Puppets have always been the SST version of the Grateful Dead, lower-budget and far more acid-damaged. Though they left SST decades ago, wandering dry and brittle pastures in search of an endlessly setting sun, the Meat Puppets never really left the underground. Part of this was their storied self-abuse, but equally important was their unending musicality, the likes of which kept them too slippery for major label success. They’ll be christening this summer of flesh and sweat with a little help from their tourmate, punk’s everyman, the ubiquitous mike watt, a band leader so self-deprecating that he eschews capital letters.

White Oak Music Hall, May 27
Though we may not yet see Rusted Shut on the White Oak Music Hall’s lawn this summer, at least there is Eyehategod upstairs on this stacked bill including the Secret Prostitutes and Venomous Maximus. When the film of banality and the plaque of human suffering begin to set and thicken on one’s teeth, there’s often nothing like a sharp swish of feedback and sound abuse to expunge those foul spirits. Some bands fall short of the promise of their names, not so Eyehategod. Three decades into it, these hellhounds never waver from their vocation of punishing the church, afflicting the earth, and cursing his name.

Eleanor Tinsley Park, June 3-4
Though youngish, this, the grandaddy of Houston music festivals, has achieved the socio-cultural density and attraction of an enormous, seasonal black hole. Beyond the sharp local representation – Solange, Khruangbin, Rose Ette, Night Drive, Deep Cuts – the boldest bets are headliner Lorde and Hooray for the Riff Raff, the rest of the lineup being a mirage-like shimmer of pop idols like Charli XCX, EDM breakouts, and here and there, between the food trucks, a few rockers. Whether the festival takes place in a park, as intended, or in a parking lot or even on an ocean-bound barge, FPSF asserts the prerogative of a pheromone spray, being something inescapable and inexpressible, except insofar that it is partially-tented and occasionally sprayed with misters as proof against the heat.

The Secret Group, June 7
Jeff the Brotherhood have the same relationship to garage-rock that the Steve Miller Band had before them to blues-rock in that each have always placed their songs before any restraints of genre. Though their band name suggests bare feet and patchouli, JEFF the Brotherhood’s songs owe more to the wholesome ‘70s stadium-rock traditions, sounding now and again like Sabbath’s Supernaut, or a dingier Ramones, or Over the Edge-era Cheap Trick. They’re technically legit, they’ve got the tunes, they boogie, and they deliver it all with a deadpan stoner style.

Warehouse Live, June 8
Hot-footing, New Orleans-style, involves a lot more than just dancing; it’s a way of life. Despite their tribulations, the people and artists of New Orleans have always kept a handle on an especially lively, and often raunchy, strain of joy. That joyfulness is the foremost element in the hot jazz marching band traditions and hip-hop variations of the Hot 8 Brass Band, as well as in the high energy bounce performances of Vockah Redu and the Crew, whose out-of-this-world dancing and high-energy toasting remain one of the Big Easy’s most generous contributions to Houston.

Revention Music Center, June 10
You’ve got a few weeks to get yourself back into your tightest jeans, as the MC5 of emo, At the Drive In, are coming back for another reunion tour. Call it a victory lap, for the years have been kind to El Paso’s favorite sons, whose subsequent groups, including The Mars Volta, Sparta, Bosnian Rainbows, and Antemasque, encountered a great deal of success without deviating from their own idiosyncratic paths through prog, fusion, and rock en Español.

NRG Stadium, June 11
There are two kinds of Metallica fans. There are die-hard Metallicats who carry locks of Cliff Burton’s hair of debatable provenance around their necks like shards of the true cross. Then there is everybody else, who appreciates a good walloping at the hands of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Though the band has changed with the times, a Metallica concert is something you can count on, a rollicking Wagnerian symphony of heroic smash-ups and pyrotechnics, the audio equivalent of a monster-truck jam with Marshall stacks.

Walter’s Downtown, June 21
MNDSGN’s synthesizers in satin-jackets and drum machines in short shorts recall the roller-rink funk of the 1970s. But beyond the blurry first impressions, there’s a D-I-Y glow apparent through the loosely stitched seams, a purposefully low-rent, cottage-industry aura that links these productions to our time. Which is just as well; it’s seldom good manners to get caught checking the settings on the time machine.

Toyota Center, June 21
Definitely the most dashing debutantes of the New Wave of British Heavy Metal, Iron Maiden also have a claim to the most famous logo, the giant undead Eddie, courtesy of artist Derek Riggs. Like Eddie, Maiden has a time-worn instantly recognizable identity. Now as then, they offer the promise of total escape through their fast tempos, killer riffs, dueling lead guitars, and the historical fantasy fascinations, operatic vocals and onstage high jinks of their longest-lasting singer, the charismatic Bruce Dickinson, who is also a fencing master and a trained commercial pilot.

Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion, June 22
Future is both the Lou Reed and the Nikki Sixx of rap; perhaps the most hedonistic nihilist on the charts, with lyrical obsessions to match. His meditations on trap house living boil down to short lists of pharmaceuticals, molly, percocet, and the like, repeated like mantras. His laconic, speaking into his collar, vocal delivery is as memorable as his mysterious image, ever obscured by shades and a wide-brimmed, El Topo hat. Both have launched hordes of imitators from coast to coast, who’ve attempted to mine his dark vibes for gold dust. Migos, the flamboyant, fashion-forward trio, open this rowdy night of Atlanta futurism and haute couteur in the Woodlands.

The Secret Group, June 23
Were this bill exactly 120 minutes long you would see that this lineup is a godsend to fans of the ideas and vibes once embodied by bands like the Cure and New Order. This a show for people who have feelings, but who don’t necessarily trumpet them to all and sundry. This is a shebang for people who are aware of the anatomy of melancholy, but also inured to it enough to still want to dance. Furthermore, this is a party for people who are a little sensitive to natural light, but not so much that they would require colored contact lenses.

June 28
There’s a piquancy to this double-dose downtown. Party on the Plaza is a venerable concert series, alt-facts have it that Sam Houston threw the first one. It’s always been free and easy, but seldom so fresh. Fat Tony reps the Third Ward, and his stock seems to rise higher every month, He’s been popping up all over the festivals and magazines and fast-talking his way into the hearts of the world through his singles and collaborations. Young Mammals haven’t been burning out as many transmissions on the indie-rock trail of tears of late, which is about the only reason you many not already know about their most recent album, Jaguar, a trophy from their safaris across the savannahs of 610.

Walter’s Downtown, June 29
Though we take the psychotropic munificence of our cow fields for granted, it is often hard to find even the stemmiest dirt weed in Steve Hauschildt’s hometown of Cleveland, Ohio, which makes his time-tested commitment to expansive, non-linear music for the head and etheric body all the more laudatory. Since his time with Emeralds, Hauschildt has issued several solo records of zoned-out synthesizer music, just right for deep space exploration, couch trips, the yoga dojo, or the therapy table. Meanwhile, Gerritt Wittmer’s psychologically tense performance art, which abounds with suspense and the absence of confidence in the future, is seldom ambient, unless one’s sense of ambience was calibrated in an animal testing laboratory. Happily, the rest of the lineup falls more in line with the soothing electronic idylls popularized by Cluster, Klaus Schulze, JD Emmanuel and Brian Eno.

White Oak Music Hall, July 1
Like the songwriting teams of Howard Moon and Vince Noir, the Entertainment System, and 10cc before them, Children of Pop are working on the new sound, an exuberant concoction of New Romantic drama and New Jack Swing, adorned by totally modern production. This party celebrates the release of two new songs on their own #veryjazzed record label. Each of their mutant earworms seems to have arrived, as if through a Stargate or by way of a Kubrickian assembly-line for sound obsessives, fully formed and wild-eyed, speaking a cryptic patois.

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Tex Kerschen is a Houston based gadabout, dilettante, estimate reviser and the Houston Press music listings editor.
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