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Those Darlins, Puking Pearls, Deep Sea Diver Critic's Choice Early Warnings (Music) Recommended Soundboard

When: Fri., July 17, 10:30 p.m. 2009

Just when I thought the alt-country mine had collapsed, this trio of punked-up southern belles climbed out into the sunlight with the most immediately charming debut album since the Old 97’s made Hitchhike to Rhome. It’s got tuneful yet conversational vocals, snappy lyrics, and almost annoyingly catchy melodies, but like an Old 97’s disc, Those Darlins (released on the group’s own label, Oh Wow Dang) gets its biggest jolt of excitement from the drumming. The difference is that Those Darlins don’t even count a drummer among the official members of the band. Jeff Curtin, who produced the record, is credited with drums on three-fourths of the tracks, and road drummer Linwood Regensburg, aka Sheriff Lin, plays on the rest, but neither man turns up in the group’s promo photos. I don’t know what that says about their status—maybe they’re just not sufficiently darlin’ to qualify for full membership. But their joyful variations on simple beats can turn even a lightweight song like “The Whole Damn Thing”—it’s about getting sauced and eating a chicken that’s been sitting out too long—into a barn burner. Puking Pearls and Deep Sea Diver open. —Ann Sterzinger

Price: $10, $5 with Pitchfork wristband

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