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7 p.m., Monday, March 17
St. Patrick's Day Show
The Redblood Club
Featuring: Flatfoot 56, Dog Company and The Broadsiders
Bagpipe-toting Celt-punks Flatfoot 56 make a good choice for those who really want to extend the St. Patty's Day celebration. And, if you're a proud American, you'll like Dallas' Dog Company. Check this excerpt from a recent entry in Dog Company's blog: "I am tired of the Hippie left wing saying America sucks and what a crappy country we are. Hey, jerk!!! move to China or Venezuela and we will see how many punk rock shows you can have or protests for that matter."
Who it's for: Paddies, patriots and punks.
9 p.m., Monday, March 17
St. Patrick's Day Hangover Show
Lola's, Fort Worth
Featuring: O'Death, Langhorne Slim and Blackland River Devils
Whether you're hungover or not, O'Death's energetic, Tom Waits-inspired take on Appalachian country would cure what ails ya. Just don't tell anyone they're from New York City, or someone 's sure to mutter, "Get a rope." Langhorne Slim has an interesting soul-influenced take on folk music with Rhodes piano, but his inspirational lyrics (like "Take some chances, allow yourself to get lost" from "Diamonds and Gold") can border on preachy. The local Blackland River Devils is composed of members of Electric Mountain Rotten Apple Gang, playing bluegrass with fast-picked banjo, mandolin and Dobro guitar.
Who it's for: Anyone who's ever said, "That would sound better with some banjo."
9 p.m., Monday, March 17
St. Patrick's Day Show
The Aardvark, Fort Worth
Featuring: Holy Moly, Panther City Bandits and Rivercrest Yacht Club
Though this looks to be a solid night of Americana and country, attendees are definitely advised to arrive a bit late. Nobody should have to endure Rivercrest Yacht Club's excruciating white boy novelty rapping. Holy Moly has some merit, though, performing traditional-sounding country songs about werewolf girls and zombies in denial—just like Hank used to.
Who it's for: Fashionably late shitkicking sci-fi fans.