The Best Concerts in Dallas This Week: Chicago, Kid Rock and More

You hanging in there, champ? Last week we had Judas Priest, the Smashing Pumpkins and Nicki Minaj all roll through Dallas. We won't blame you if that's all but leveled your bank account and/or physical constitution. But alas, the impetuous concert thresher grinds ceaselessly forward, with everything from the Confederate flag-defending Kid Rock to the unadulterated sex that is Miguel. Oh well. You'll just have to vacation next summer. Kehlani
8 p.m. Monday, July 20, at Trees, 2709 Elm St., 214-741-1122 or, Sold out

Usually, getting a knee injury is the death knell for an athlete. I mean, have you ever seen the film version of Friday Night Lights? Boobie Miles was in shambles. Kehlani, the Oakland-bred R&B songstress, had her ballerina career shattered by such an injury, but it opened up a fruitful music career. She was once in a band that got to perform on America’s Got Talent, but she’s found her true calling as a solo artist who brings a wonderfully contemporary and honest feel to a genre that too often deals in innuendos. H. Drew Blackburn
Pat Benatar and Neil Giraldo
7:30 p.m. Tuesday, July 21, at House of Blues, 2200 N. Lamar St., 214-978-2583 or, $35-$85

I was going to start this out with a joke about husband and wife duos going on tour, but that made me think of the Captain and Tennille’s 2014 divorce, and I got kinda bummed. After 39 years and the promise of “Love Will Keep Us Together,” the ’70s soft-rock duo split. It’s made even sadder because “Captain” Darryl Dragon suffers from a Parkinson’s-like neurological disorder and basically lives in this dump in Arizona, while ex-wife Toni “Tennille” enjoys a comparatively luxurious home, possibly a “Butterscotch Castle.” Luckily, Pat Benatar and Neil Giraldo, themselves a husband-and-wife performance team, are still together, playing House of Blues on Tuesday. While it’s easy (and admittedly enjoyable) to get Benatar hooks stuck in your head all day, her husband’s songs are no slouch either; he played guitar and piano in Rick Derringer’s band, and he co-wrote “Jessie’s Girl,” which you probably know at least as well as “Promises in the Dark.” After he and Benatar were wed in 1983, they came up with “Love Is a Battlefield” and the rest, as they say, is history ­— not to mention Jazzercize routines, NBA time-outs, and ladies’ night jukebox picks. You better run. Steve Steward
Oil Boom
With A. Sinclair, War Party, 7:30 p.m. Wednesday, July 22, at Prophet Bar, 2513 Main St., $12

Oil Boom’s Red Metal was one of the best local records of last year. It’s packed with an unflinching groove that sounds like the past channelled through modernity. Kind of like when Marty McFly took on Chuck Berry at prom and ended up sliding across the floor playing metal riffs. Oil Boom have an exceedingly charismatic take on garage and punk rock and are without a doubt one of the most fun local bands around. HDB
Kid Rock
With Foreigner, 6:45 p.m. Thursday, July 23, at Gexa Energy Pavilion, 1818 1st Ave., 214-421-1111 or, $20
“Kid Rock is terrible, but he took a pay cut so his ticket prices could be lower—I think that’s a pretty badass thing to do. And you know what? He put on a pretty good show.” That was my younger brother a couple years ago, after he’d seen ZZ Top at the Bay Area’s Shoreline Amphitheater and stuck around to watch the self-proclaimed Bullgod sing about things like catching walleye from the dock and the right reasons to set up escort services from the top of luxury hotels. He might be responsible for some of the biggest crimes against music and good taste in the late ’90s, but he seems to care about people having a good time: Lawn seats at his July 23 show at Gexa are only $20, and pit tickets are a fairly reasonable $60. At the very least, that’s an economical evening for his fans, but you have to weigh that (and openers Foreigner) against the fact that he and Ted “Human Shitstain” Nugent just recorded a song called “Kiss My Rebel Ass,” described on as a “love letter to the South and a middle finger to the PC establishment.” SS Milo Greene
With Kaela Sinclair, 8 p.m. Thursday, July 23, at Club Dada, 2720 Elm St.,, $14

The indie Americana bubble may have long since burst, but damn if there isn't something mighty endearing about Milo Greene's take on the genre revival. Plenty of "oohs" and "ahhs" fill in the lines between acoustic guitar strums and a hint of folk twang. On first listen, a handful of similar artists might come to mind, but as each song carries on there's a distinct blend that they've tapped into that's just a little more complex than your first impression might've suggested. As a bonus, Denton artist Kaela Sinclair will be opening for them, offering her own take on indie-pop with superb songwriting to match. Matt Wood
With Earth, Wind & Fire, 7:30 p.m. Friday, July 24, at Gexa Energy Pavilion, 1818 1st Ave., 214-421-1111 or, $25-$120.50

Chicago is best known for their string of top 40 hits in the late '70s and early '80s, but well over a decade before their mainstream success — when they were still known as Chicago Transit Authority — they were first and foremost a pop band with heavy jazz funk roots. Those musical roots are still on full display more than four decades later in the band's vibrant live show, which features a 13-plus-member lineup. They still play all the hits like “If You Leave Me Now,” “Hard to Say I'm Sorry” and “Saturday in the Park,” but they include the instrumental-heavy workouts from when the late Terry Kath was still doing guitar duties. The vocals are a little different as they have new singers filling in for singer Peter Cetera, who left the band back in the '80s, but Chicago still delivers a full set (sometimes two sets) of material covering almost five decades of being a band. Wanz Dover
With Catamaran, Fort Lean, 8 p.m. Friday, July 24, at Club Dada, 2720 Elm St.,, $10
Does anyone remember laughter? Chappo offer a tried-and-true formula of upbeat rhythms, glistening guitar chords, swelling synths and catchy sing-along choruses. So do your best to avoid the folded-arms, eyes-down stance that's easy to fall into, and instead enjoy these guys the way they were intended: in motion. Even if you're not the type, we dare you to watch these guys and not have at least a tepid foot tapping along to their sunshine-y summer scorchers. MW
With Bummer Vacation, No Touching, Dripping Wet, 8 p.m. Friday, July 24, at Sons of Hermann Hall, 3414 Elm St., $10
Shoegazers Wildhoney are coming through Sons of Hermann Hall this weekend, and they're backed up by some of Denton and Fort Worth's best indie rock acts. Dripping Wet's sound has tinges of Real Estate, No Touching hearkens back to older pop-punk and Bummer Vacation is post-wave perfection. Even if you've only heard of one of these bands, the bill is so tightly booked that you're bound to fall in love with at least one (if not all) of the other acts. So stick around, you're sure to find a new favorite. MW
Fall Out Boy
With Wiz Khalifa, Hoodie Allen and DJ Drama, 7 p.m. Saturday, July 25, at Gexa Energy Pavilion, 1818 1st Ave., 214-421-1111 or, $20-$62.75

Your vision blurs. Your palms sweat. It’s happening again. You hear thundering arena drums and towering guitar leads that build up to a vocal crescendo. Patrick Stump shrieks “FIIIIRRREEEEEEEEEE.” The world crashes around you. Now imagine this happening at every grocery store, football stadium and coffee chain that you regretfully step foot into. This is the Fall Out Boy curse we’ve been subjected to. And no, it’s not the first time that these second-wave pop-“punks” have infested the ear canals of the unsuspecting public with infectious melodies (“WE’RE GOIN’ DOWWWWWN DOWN”). They’ve tapped into that well plenty of times, but they’ve managed to continue to do so over the course of 10 years. Pete Wentz, notable fedora doofus, is pushing 36 years old and probably still denying the arrival of post-adolescence. But if you’re able to write two ubiquitous hits across different decades, you can probably wear any anachronistic headwear you please. Wentz is still laughing all the way to the bank. MW
With Dorothy, 8 p.m. Saturday, July 25, at South Side Music Hall, 1135 South Lamar St., 214-421-2021 or, $39.50-$45
Sexiness, thy name is Miguel. The leg-dropping, Frank Ocean-dissing, Janelle Monae-seducing pied piper of R&B got weird with his latest release Wildheart, going into soundscapes that would feel at home on a Fun Fun Fun Fest side stage. Basically Miguel made an Ariel Pink album, and it’s fan-fucking-tastic. Let’s be very real here: Wildheart is weird by modern pop standards. It’ slowed down, it’s trippy, it’s like a Prince album when Prince was trying to get out of his record contract and it never feels disingenuous because you get the feeling that Miguel was feeling it when he was making the whole thing. This isn’t about what you like, what the record company likes or what radio likes; this is about what Miguel likes. That means sex and weirdness. Jaime-Paul Falcon