In addition to the Zeppelin-esque naming convention, 3 denotes these Memphis ladies’ debut as a trio – a downshift from a fourpiece. Clocking in at just half an hour, their third LP streamlines sonically, but the bulldozing remains. Subliminally, the aura of fellow weirdo Southern punks the B-52s and Pylon still rubs off in the details: off-kilter guitar lines embellished by the whirrs and beeps of the synthesizer, and a sturdy monotone drone transmitting tales of the ever-present scrutiny that looms over life as a woman. (Fri. 8, Hotel Vegas, 1am)

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This article appears in November 8 • 2019.

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