DEADBOY AND THE ELEPHANTMEN

No, they're not a black-and-white duo that's read all over, like the White Stripes: Dax Riggs wears floppy T-shirts, emotes vocally, and thrashes away at the guitar. Tessie Brunet bashes the drums. Together they have slain critics throughout the land. Ex-Boyfriends, Rum Diary, and Stephen Fretwell also perform. 9 p.m. Cafe du Nord, 2170 Market, SF. $10. (415) 861-5016. (Kimberly Chun)

FEIST

Feist's lilting hit "Mushaboom" (from 2004's Let It Die) has been stuck in my head for days. It's easy to see why

Future jazz farmers Jazzanova have finally gotten around to issuing volume two of their remixes, appropriately titled The Remixes 2002-2005 (Sonar Kollektiv). With re-rubs of tracks by Masters at Work and Nu Spirit Helsinki, the collection aptly captures J-nova's move toward a harder, more electronic sound. In an appropriately forward-thinking touch, the CD also comes with a blank CD-R, which buyers can use to burn a copy for friends or record downloaded mixes from the Sonar Kollektiv site. Read more »

With a new full-length on storied UK label Beggars Banquet in their present and a European tour with the National in their recent past, Bay Area band Film School might be assumed to have the world on a guitar string. But think again. Read more »

AN ENTIRE GENERATION was introduced to the 1979 cult classic film The Warriors in 1993 when Ol' Dirty Bastard warbled "Warriors, come out and playiyay!" on Wu Tang's "Shame on a Nigga." That's why I rented it. It was one in a long string of rentals prompted by the Wu, and just like Shaolin vs. the Wu Tang, Shogun Assassin, and Master Killer, it was great. Now the most controversial company in video gaming has made a game based on The Warriors. Read more »

EVER SINCE THAT fateful day on the family farm when our stud calf Beauregard threw me from his back and rammed me several times against a large oak, giving me one heck of a concussion, I knew I was destined to become a leather queen. I was only 11 at the time, and the options were few for actual experience, but dammit -- if I couldn't have the sex, then at least I'd have the outfits. "And what are you?" my innocent neighbors would ask when they opened their doors at Halloween. "I'm Freddie Mercury!" I'd reply with a wiggle of my little homemade chaps (Hefty bags and duct tape) for emphasis. Read more »