$15 Advance / $18 Day of Show(rsvp on facebook)<h2>THE BOSS MARTIANS</h2>—Fronted by guitar-smashing, soul singing, anthem-writing buzzbomb Evan Foster, Seattle's BOSS MARTIANS were thee Rock &amp; Roll jet boys to look for in 2008! Got Songs?? HELL YES!! At least, that is, according to Rolling Stone's David Fricke who anointed them "rising stars" referencing their addictive hooks, killer tunes, and super-charged performance a couple years ago in New York City at Little Steven's International Underground Garage Festival alongside The Strokes and Iggy Pop (among many others!) SPIN Magazine, quick to get aboard, said "the Boss Martians' irresistible 'I Am Your Radio' should make them stars…" regarding the Foster-penned Power Pop instant-anthem. Taking it all over the top at the concert that day was the introduction the Martians received from the "Boss" himself -- Bruce Springsteen -- to 10,000 people!Martian History Lesson: Evan Foster (guitar, vocals) and NickC (keys) met as teenagers in Tacoma, WA and discovered a mutual obsession with Garage, Punk, Surf, Power Pop, New Wave, old SST Records releases, and CAFFEINE! They both wanted to start a weird rock band -- enter The Boss Martians!! The Martians uniquely combine the primal energy of Punk with the raw, unmistakable sound and swagger of Northwest Garage Rock (think The Sonics!!), English blue-eyed soul (think Small Faces and The Who!!), and the pure pop sensibility of a young, sneering Elvis Costello. Rounding out the band's low end and drum kit destruction plan, respectively, are Scott Myrene on bass guitar and the young, often angry, Spokane-born, "Dirty" Thomas Caviezel on drums.<h2>DEAD BARS</h2>—There’s something deeply comforting about being a regular at a dive bar. If you consistently patronize a warm, welcoming, low-lit dive bar, whether it’s in your neighborhood or not, you can build yourself a community amongst the other wayward patrons, and the bartenders who thanklessly keep everyone’s glasses filled. And even when you find yourself drinking alone in a dead bar, you still have a place to sit quietly and ruminate on the turning of the world around you. Sure, you might be quick to say it’s not the healthiest option to have your social life revolve around alcohol, but the fact is, in an era when the alternative is often isolation and endless scrolling, a good dive bar might just save your life.“I always liked this idea of being a regular, so I knew years ago that I wanted that to be the title of our new album,” says John Maiello, vocalist of Seattle pop-punk quartet Dead Bars. “Regulars is essentially an album that’s about loneliness and community, both co-existing equally. It's about looking normal to everyone else, but feeling out of place. It's about me, it's about us, and it's about the fans. It's about being in Dead Bars.”The album, which was produced by Jack Endino (yes, the same Jack Endino who recorded Nirvana, Soundgarden, Mudhoney, and many others in the early '90s) encapsulates this beautifully in the form of emotional singalong anthems -- perfect for screaming along after you've had a beer, or five.<h2>THE GREASY GILLS</h2>—Three creatures playing high octwang instrumental rock 'n' roll music.