Friday, 7
Shovels & Rope
Saturday, 8
Subhumans MUSIC
MUSIC
Hailin’ from the Holy City (Charleston, South Carolina), Cary Ann Hearst and Michael Trent of Shovels & Rope were friends before joining as bandmates, and bandmates before marrying and collaborating on the title of “parent.” In 2010, cameras began following the folk duo for the documentary The Ballad of Shovels and Rope, which chronicled their life as a self-described “two-man family band,” touring and creating the album O, Be Joyful (Dualtone) in a makeshift home on wheels with their dog, named Townes van Zandt. Winners of the Americana Music Association’s 2013 Song of the Year and Emerging Artist of the Year awards, this family affair has since upgraded their cross-country apparatus and released a new album, Little Seeds (New West Records), which maintains their country, folk, punk and DIY roots. Hearst and Trent are at their most personal, and perhaps their most political, on Little Seeds with tracks such as “Invisible Man,” touching on Trent’s father’s life with Alzheimer’s, and “BWYR,” their lyrical statement to the 2015 Charleston Emanuel AME shooting. Though we can’t tell y'all what to do – just as when Hearst declares in “Hollowpoint Blues” (Shovels & Rope) “Well I won’t let nobody tell me what I do” – our recommendation for seeing this wife-and-husband duo is strong. – Nicolette Shurba with Matthew Logan Vasquez | 6 p.m. | The Social, 54 N. Orange Ave. | 407-246-1419 | thesocial.org | $20
As the 1980s dawned, and most of the first-wave British punk bands were safely ensconced on major labels, punk renewed itself as a working-class phenomenon in the form of a radical, communal, art and music collective known as Crass, and immediately bands started springing up in their fiery wake. This was a more radicalized “anarcho-punk.” Hailing from Wiltshire, the Subhumans were an especially notable entrant to the scene – a combustibly outraged outfit that dealt in young, loud and snotty but also was enlightened in their focus on the collapsing social order. Where the Sex Pistols had simply screamed “No future for you,” Subhumans screamed back “Why?” and “We’ll find a new way!” They cut a number of impressive EPs and singles before delivering their magnum opus, The Day the Country Died. And decades later it’s still like a blow to the head; all catchy, grimy velocity and incisive outrage with just the right hint of collective optimism. Subhumans walked it like they talked it, living collectively, releasing their records themselves, and playing scores of benefit shows for causes and comrades. The band broke up for a time in 1985, but unlike many of their contemporaries, the Subhumans were lucky (cursed?) enough to survive and endure, reuniting to tour and record for Fat Wreck Chords, careening from the late 20th century into a 2017 that we can imagine must seem like wearily familiar territory. – MM with After the Fall | 7:30 p.m. | Backbooth, 37 W. Pine St. | 407-934-2583 | backbooth.com | $15-$18
Sunday, 9
Indie Lens Pop-Up: National Bird FILM
Always wanted to try sangria in Spain? Have ein bier in Germany? What about take a shot of Jameson in Ireland? This weekend, you can have the opportunity to try premium drinks from those countries and many more without ever leaving Orlando at Drink Around the World. Once again, Wall Street Plaza teams up with Orlando Pub Crawl and Orlando Sport & Social to deliver a culturally boozy experience to satisfy the inner traveler in you. Tickets include access to each country along with full-sized signature cocktails. – Rachel LeBar
Sonia Kennebeck’s impressive and furious documentary (executive-produced by Errol Morris and Wim Wenders) follows three military veterans who served in the U.S. drone program, and are now grappling with the guilt of the faceless killings they ordered or executed. Whereas it might be assumed that the video-game unreality of drone warfare – unmanned planes dropping bombs at locations seen only via satellite surveillance video – would lessen the dreadfulness of bringing down death upon other humans, in fact it seems to have the same effect as firing weapons face-to-face. Perhaps even worse, based on the hollow-eyed mien of the protagonists of this doc as the cumulative effects of shame and remorse seep in. Words like “chilling,” “heart-breaking” and “enraging” have popped up in reviews of the film, and seem to barely scratch the surface of the horror and significance of this issue. This IndieLens pop-up screening is presented by the Global Peace Film Festival, which returns in September. – Jessica Bryce Young
6-9 p.m. | Wall Street Plaza, Wall and Court streets | wallstplaza.net | $20-$25
2 p.m. | Winter Park Public Library, 460 E. New England Ave., Winter Park | wppl.org | free
Saturday, 8
Drink Around the World EVENTS
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