Acid King. (Metal) Here's to Ricky Kasso and his murderous group of Satanist-looking dudes. (Room 710, 9 p.m.)

Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash. (Alt Country) Outlaw whiskey numbers from the sunny Pacific. (Opal Divine's Freehouse, midnight)

Biffy Clyro. (Rock) Let's see if Franz Ferdinand opened the gates to Scotland's Williamsburg. (Exodus, 10 p.m.)

Blackfire Revelation. (Rock) Guitar, drums, pomade, T-shirts cut off at the shoulder, wrist bands and a pair of aviator glasses. (Club de Ville, 9 p.m.)

BLEACH03. (Rock) You won't catch any members of this all-female Japanese trio licking a lollipop or wearing a Catholic schoolgirl uniform. (Whisky Bar, midnight)

Blessing the Hogs. (Metal) Not until pigs fly will we understand what he's saying. (Back Room, 8 p.m.)

Blind Boys of Alabama. (Rock) Try telling these men from the Alabama Institute for the Negro Blind that seeing is believing. (Austin Music Hall, 10:30 p.m.)

The Blue Van. (Rock) These are a few of their favorite things: greasy hair, bloody fingertips, blisters, Mod boots and fortified wine. (The Drink, 1 a.m.)

James Blunt. (Singer-Songwriter) There should be a medal strictly for soldiers returning from war and picking up a guitar. (Buffalo Billiards, 10 p.m.)

Bobby Conn and the Glass Gypsies. (Rock) Imagine Jamie Kennedy pulling one over on Spike Jonze. Absurdist, brilliant and more than a little creepy. (Nuno's, 1 a.m.)

Boulder Acoustic Society. (Bluegrass) A Rocky Mountain high from tie-wearing, ukulele-packing tunesmiths. (Elephant Room, 11:30)

Burrito Deluxe. (Country) Members of The Flying Burrito Brothers and The Band aren't old and in the way. (Opal Divine's Freehouse, 1 a.m.)

John Cale. (Rock) Will this former Velvet Undergrounder play "Sister Ray?" Nah, probably not. (La Zona Rosa, 11:30 p.m.)

Calexico. (Rock) What is played to raise the dead scattered throughout the vast Southwest. (Antone's, 1 a.m.)

Calla. (Rock) Hip enough to have cut a split-vinyl with neighbors The Walkmen. (Blender Bar at The Ritz, 11 p.m.)

Laura Cantrell. (Country) Cowgirl an album or two away from T. Bone Walker gettin' his hands on her. (The Parish, 11 p.m.)

Centro-matic. (Rock) Hardened-beyond-their-years junior members of the School of No Depression. (Maggie Mae's, 1 a.m.)

Chingo Bling. (Hip-Hop/Rap) When he's not parodying the rap game or celebrating Mexican culture, Mr. Bling slings tamales. Or so he says. (Fox and Hound, 12:50 a.m.)

Gary Clark Jr. (Blues) Once his voice catches up with his guitar . . . shoot. (Continental Club, 9 p.m.)

Clorox Girls. (Punk) Not as much lipstick or as many pairs of stilettos as the early days, but still fond of playing the opposite sex. (Beerland, 8:45 p.m.)

Honeychild Coleman. (Avant/Experimental) Member of the Sistagrrl Riott Collective is beyond thunderdome in appearance, plus she graces her guitar with a bow. (Latitude 30, 9:40 p.m.)

The Crash. (Pop) That's funny, they don't look like roller skaters. (The Drink, 10 p.m.)

The Crimea. (Rock) They ranked higher than the White Stripes on 'Festive Fifty,' a radio show produced by John Peel of Peel Sessions-fame. (Exodus, 8 p.m.)

Dead Meadow. (Rock) Tripping the past fantastic on the wave of a stoner riff. (The Parish, 10 p.m.)

Dios Malos. (Rock) Added 'malos' when Dio made a stink about their Mexicali space-ditties getting confused with his melodrama. (Blender Bar at The Ritz, midnight)

Ditty Bops. (Singer-Songwriter) New age cabaret mainlined from the West during the Roaring '20s. (The 18th floor at Crowne Plaza, 11 p.m.)

DJ Jester the Filipino Fist and QuadRod. (DJ) Kid Koala turntablist likens this project to a 'Genuine Electric Latin Love Machine.' (Latitude 30, 1 a.m.)

Dogs Die in Hot Cars. (Pop) Catherine Zeta-Jones, Angelina Jolie and Lucy Liu join the Scottish Invasion with cameos on 'Celebrity Sanctum.' (Buffalo Billiards, midnight)

Embrace. (Rock) Perfectionists indoctrinate the masses into their wholesome cult. (Buffalo Billiards, 1 a.m.)

Ester Drang. (Alt Country) Subtle spirituals from sometimes-members of Sufjan Stevens. (Red Eyed Fly, 10 p.m.)

Ruthie Foster. (Blues) The Delta and Detroit, sitting in a tree, bound by emotion, proud to just be. (Cedar Street Courtyard, 11 p.m.)

Jon Dee Graham. (Rock) Former member of Austin's punk/new wave godfathers, the Skunks, now parallels Tom Waits in sound and look. (Tambaleo, midnight)

Guitar Wolf. (Rock) Progenitors of Japanese punk worship Joan Jett, even though they can't spell her last name. (Beerland, 1:15 a.m.)

Hacienda Brothers. (Alt Country) Infusing the land of cacti with Motown earned them a record deal at last year's SXSW. (Continental Club, 1 a.m.)

Har Mar Superstar. (R&B) Watch out, ladies in the front row: He isn't afraid to graze you with his sweaty, jiggling, bare belly. (Emo's Main Room, midnight)

Rex Hobart & the Misery Boys. (Alt Country) There once was a man who played rock 'n' roll, until he discovered that it was honky-tonk that made him whole. (Opal Divine's Freehouse, 9 p.m.)

Immortal Lee County Killers. (Rock) Single 'Droppin' (expletive) like A-Bombs' explores the 'muddled mind' of our Alfred E. Newman-in-Charge. (Club de Ville, 11 p.m.)

Thomas Denver Jonsson. (Alt Country) Gotta' wonder if the middle name wouldn't work better surrounded by quotation marks. (The Drink, 9 p.m.)

Kasabian. (Rock) Effectively applying the 20-year rule and returning us to England in the throes of ecstasy. (Stubb's, 11 p.m.)

The Kills. (Rock) A man and woman still mourning the death of Warholian actress Edie Sedgwick, the muse for 'Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat.' (Emo's Main Room, 10 p.m.)

Jon Langford & the Sexy. (Alt Country) Mekons' guitarist's solo album tells of a nobody-singer who rises to the top only to crash and burn. (Continental Club, 11 p.m.)

The Like. (Rock) One of their dads, like, plays with Elvis Costello and, like, they just graduated high school and, like, old and young people alike like them. (The 18th floor at Crowne Plaza, 1 a.m.)

Mary Lou Lord. (Singer-Songwriter) A chance encounter with a pre-'Nevermind' Kurt Cobain forever changed the Berklee grad's busking career. (Soho Lounge, 9 p.m.)

Living Better Electrically. (Rock) Embodiment of the government slogan that promoted electricity in the traditional South. (The Hideout, 10 p.m.)

The Mae Shi. (Avant/Experimental) Their album 'Terrorbird' evokes a swarm of ravenous pterodactyls invading Earth in the middle of night. (Bigsby's, 11 p.m.)

Stephen Malkmus. (Rock) The pavement is dry, but that solo career is thriving and his guitar playing is increasingly gorgeous, not to mention weirder. (The Parish, midnight)

Josh Martinez and Sleep: The Chicharones. (Hip-Hop/Rap) Party-flow packaged with an album cover lampooning the album cover to Simon and Garfunkel's 'Bookends.' (Zero Degrees, 1 a.m.)

Willy Mason. (Rock) The last singer-songwriter to claim Martha's Vineyard as a stomping ground was Sweet Baby James. (The 18th floor at Crowne Plaza, midnight)

Ian McLagan & the Bump Band. (Rock) Rod Stewart's got nothing on this Small Faces-turned-Faces' keyboardist's rooster-do. (Cedar Street Courtyard, 1 a.m.)

Mean Reds. (Rock) Noise-punksta, Communists or a pestering act of nature that bummed out Audrey Hepburn? (Eternal, 1 a.m.)

Jud Newcomb. (Rock) A session guitarist and producer for Austin's royalty, 'Scrappy' has his own wayward times to express. (Momo's, 11 p.m.)

Noodles. (Rock) From a Japanese commercial for Coca-Cola to an opening slot for the Breeders. (Caribbean Nights, 11 p.m.)

Of Montreal. (Rock) The lead singer's phantasmagorical paintings are a reflection of the musical carnival surrounding him. (Friends, 1 a.m.)

Patricia Vonne. (Alt Country) Along with filmmaker-brother Robert Rodriguez, she rivals Larry and son James McMurtry for most artistic kin in Texas. (Continental Club, 8 p.m.)

Pedro the Lion. (Singer-Songwriter) Pedro, have you submitted any short stories to The New Yorker? (Red Eyed Fly, 1 a.m.)

Pilaseca. (Latin Rock) Not to be confused with an under-the-counter drug composed of house, hip-hop and funk. (Mambo Kings, 8 p.m.)

Porn (featuring Billy Anderson, Dale Crover & Tim Moss). (Metal) An impromptu approach to scat singing across shards of broken glass. (Room 710, midnight)

The Queers. (Punk) Prolific ballistics have more stamina than Lance Armstrong at the halfway point of the Tour de France. (Emo's Jr., 1 a.m.)

The Raveonettes. (Rock) Every song on their noirish debut was recorded in B-flat minor, allowed for no more than three chords and is shorter than three minutes. (Emo's Main Room, 11 p.m.)

The Resentments. (Rock) Kings, bishops and princes of Austin's music royalty get together for kitchen-talk. (Momo's, 10 p.m.)

Bruce Robison. (Country) A niche-player who's married to Kelly Willis and writes songs for Nashville's best sellers. (Mother Egan's, midnight)

Sasquatch. (Rock) Call 'The Weekly World News,' a Bigfoot is on the loose, and it has six thunderous feet! (Room 710, 10 p.m.)

Saturday Looks Good To Me. (Rock) What does it say about a lead singer when he goes through 75 different people to arrive at the current lineup? (Friends, midnight)

Shearwater. (Rock) Lush in arrangement and majestic in scope, making a six-pack as intoxicating as a 12. (Maggie Mae's, 11 p.m.)

Shonen Knife. (Pop) Per Kurt Cobain: 'When I finally got to see them live, I was transformed into a hysterical 9-year-old girl at a Beatles concert.' (Elysium, 1 a.m.)

Sunshine. (Rock) Warning: Vampires abound; bring garlic. (Lava Lounge Patio, midnight)

Teitur. (Singer-Songwriter) European teenage girls wallpaper their bedroom walls with his mug. (The Drink, 8 p.m.)

Two Hoots and a Holler. (Rock) That other weekly named them best roots-rock band seven times, and the Pope used one of their compositions during a visit to San Antone. (Opal Divine's Freehouse, 10 p.m.)

Vietnam. (Rock) Somewhere a soldier is soaking in a tub, having a flashback. (The Velvet Spade Patio, 8 p.m.)

The Warlocks. (Rock) Four guitarists, two drummers and Timothy Leary's blessing require earplugs and 3-D glasses. (Exodus, 11 p.m.)

William Elliott Whitmore. (Alt Country) The detritus that has washed up on the shores of the mighty Mississipp'. (The Velvet Spade, 9 p.m.)

Writer's Block. (Hip-Hop/Rap) No need to write it down when it's all about reflex, spontaneity, being in the moment. (Flamingo Cantina, 12:20 a.m.)

Yourcodenameis:milo. (Rock) Is it insecurity or peculiarity when band members don't want to reveal their names? (Lava Lounge Patio, 1 a.m.)