Massachusetts metallers Cave In used to depend on emo for dinner, but on their new RCA debut, the very tuneful Antenna, they resemble a sort of ex-stoner version of the Foo Fighters, for whom they open Tuesday at the Fair Park Coliseum: crisp choruses, lengthy bridges, powerful drumming, evidence of emotional exhaustion, large amps. And singer Stephen Brodsky's eschewed the tormented hardcore yowl with which he once frightened New England, singing in a cool sneer that that dude from Sponge would kill for instead. I'm not sure if old-school emo kids like Sponge (or if they're willing to pay coliseum prices to decide), but Cave In's cave-in is plenty satisfying.
Don't expect a lot of compromise from Kentucky's My Morning Jacket, who hit the Galaxy Club on Sunday, on the band's forthcoming debut for ATO Records, Dave Matthews' BMG imprint: Over two previous albums and two recent EPs these steadfast Neil Young devotees have shown just how far a scraggly chord progression and an adenoidal vocal can be stretched and still evoke the bleary-eyed melancholy of the hopelessly prairiebound. What I'm trying to say is that their songs are long and drunken, and I doubt they're gonna trim them for Matthews' radio-friendly ass. What would you say to an endless jam session?
