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Curtains
Fast Talks (Thin Wrist)

I've only recently come to realize that some music just works better live than on record: free jazz, for example, as well as Bulb Records-style party rock and the spastic hardcore-noise rock of many of my favorite local bands.

Then there is a band like the Curtains, who have a more reserved stage presence and deal in a subtler, more detailed musical language than many of their local out-rock peers. Relative to some of these wilder bands, their performances can feel like polite recitals, which isn't a criticism, just a stab at an excuse because I didn't get the Curtains prior to hearing this LP.

Fast Talks is the first album by the instrumental two-guitars-and-drums (and sometimes guitar-keyboard-drums) trio, and it's an all-around winner.

The obvious musical allusion is Captain Beefheart, specifically the delicate, guitar-based interludes on later albums such as Doc at the Radar Station. The Curtains are probably tired of that comparison, but in describing their combination of intricate, clean-toned electric guitar interplay and off-the-beat drumming – as well as the overall blend of angular dissonance and charming, even pretty melodies – it's at least helpful as a reference point.

Don't worry, though, because they take the sound in their own direction, occasionally hitting an honest-to-goodness rock backbeat ("Perfect Steps") but more often keeping the textures spacious and the rhythms implied instead of directly stated. Beautifully recorded by John Dieterich of Curtains associates Deerhoof, this is an LP-only release – on spiffy 180-gram vinyl, no less – and it's limited to 500 copies, so don't snooze on it. The Curtains play Fri/20, Oh So Little Café, S.F. (415) 554-0934. (Also Sat/21, Ramp, Berk. 510-658-7426.) (Will York)

Loquat
The Penny Drop E.P. (Loquat)

Pity the twee pop band in San Francisco. Where do sweet popsters turn to get a little appreciation amid the Strum und Drang of local noisemakers and the barbed antics of Bay Area no wavers?

In any case, Loquat isn't afraid to let their girlie flag fly on The Penny Drop E.P. The quintet serves up a juicy-fruit slice of dream pop that seems right at home next to those old Sneaker Pimps discs, somewhere between lush lifers such as the Sundays and winsome, relative newbies like Dido. Despite the ephemeral nature of these pop wisps, vocalist Kylee Swenson breathes her über-femme vocals with confidence, enunciating impressionistic lines such as "It rained 119 days a year / I spent my time falling down the stairs / I know I can't tie you to a wish" like a good Suzanne Vega acolyte. Ben Kasman's subdued keyboards and Earl Otsuka's bell-like guitar bathe the entire affair with a soothing mood last heard on 4AD vinyl. Songs such as "Half-Assed Mechanic" show a spunkier side, plunging into guitar crunch, bouncy rhythms, and vibelike synth lines, as Swenson complains, "I can't even fix myself." In just five songs, Penny Drop captures as much feminine angst as an Ally McBeal episode – some WB series needs to give these would-be bubblegum peddlers a chance.
Loquat play Thurs/19, Bottom of the Hill, S.F. (415) 621-4455.
(Kimberly Chun)