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Noteworthy shows
The Jubal-Kane Blues Band
Dave Chappelle

If you haven’t gotten a seat for this unexpected appearance by one of the most revered and intriguing standup comics working today, you may be out of luck, as prevailing wisdom says it will be sold out by the time this issue hits the stands. Then again, Savannah is a “walk-up town” when it comes to tickets, and there may be some left. If not, I’m sure there will be folks out front with extras for sale. For $45 reserved-seat tickets go to or call 651-6556. Wed., 7 pm, Johnny Mercer Theater.

Constrictor, Worn In Red

I don’t know shit about this band. I think they’re from Virginia, but that’s about it. Oh yeah, and they’re a four-piece. If their studio tracks online are any indication (and it would seem that they are, as they sound essentially live), this should be one ROCK show not to miss. Energy abounds in their WAY over-the-top soul and metal-tinged Detroit-style agit-prop.

The vocals verge on the cliched screaming that has ruined so many great bands over the past decade, but thankfully seem to stop just short of caterwauling. Theirs is angry, defiant, yet melodic punk that in a strange way reminds me very much of a modern, updates take on the late Fred Smith’s Sonic’s Rendezvous Band. If you dig The MC5, Supagroup —or even Division of Laura Lee— these guys might be just the droids you’re looking for. They describe their sound thusly: “You just found a 20 spot on the ground... and you’re stoked about it.” Agreed. With the upcoming Va.-based post-hardcore indie-rockers Worn In Red, who cite The Appleseed Cast and Drive Like Jehu as key influences. They can play their asses off as well, but haven’t learned to ditch the vomitorium vocals. See and Fri., 11 pm, The Jinx.

Jubal Kane

Old-school ‘60s British electric blues (think Peter Green-era Fleetwood Mac or John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers) meets ‘70s Southern boogie (think the Allmans or any one of a number of little-known or heralded roadhouse acts that tore shit up and faded away into the ether) head-on in this oddball amalgam of a band that actually hails from the wonderfully-named hamlet of Lizard Lick, North Carolina.

Their sound is a combination of heavy-handed classic rock groove drumming, syncopated, puckered guitar riffing, expressive, overdriven mouth harp, a lyrical approach that’s heavy on spooky mojo, and hints of droning West Coast psychedelic rock. Plus, their frontman and harpist Ace Anderson has been known to sport a wild orange and Creamsicle-colored stage getup that’s one part Maharishi and one part Romulan Dignitary.

Long hair, shaggy beards, wicked, stinging guitar solos, and a relentless energy make these guys one of the more noteworthy regional touring blues acts to establish a foothold in this area in a long while. Fri., 10 pm, Fiddler’s (River St.) + Sat., 10 pm, Savannah Blues.

Starfish & Coffee

If you’re not hip to this extremely promising Atlanta-based guitar-pop band (seemingly named after the Prince tune from Sign O’ The Times), don’t feel badly. This is their first serious tour of any sort, and up until a short while ago, they were known as the Ross Childress Experience. Now, if that name rings a bell, it’s likely because for almost a decade, Childress was lead guitarist (and occasional lead vocalist) for Multi-Platinum act Collective Soul. He can legitimately stake a claim on helping to create 7 #1 Hits on Billboard’s U.S. Mainstream Rock Charts.

An excellent and highly versatile player, he left that group for unknown “personal reasons” in 2001, but has recently resurfaced from self-imposed exile as the leader and frontman of this new group. He says “the performance itch became too much to bear.” Well, Collective Soul’s loss is our gain, as his latest recordings (available through his website at showcase more than a hint of the dreamy, melodic rock his former band is known for — yet Childress’ own stamp is all over these tracks: more overt hints of psychedelia, Britpop, and Weezer-esque new wave fetishism.

After the scope and scale of his time with CS, the tiny and relatively amateurish confines of this 2nd story venue may blow his mind, but then again, he just might embrace that aspect of things and turn on the charm. Matt Megrue from Atlanta act The Unusual Suspects plays a solo acoustic set of tunes from his band’s upcoming CD. I’d get there early if you want to see this show, as the room comfortably holds something like 30 people. Seriously. Fri., 9 pm, Guitar Bar.