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Finding Jesus might've saved Jeremy Enigk's soul, but it's been kind of a cross to bear, career-wise. Solo and with Fire Theft, he's never seemed as inspired as he did in the mid-'90s with Sunny Day Real Estate. Still, he's got that pretty, Brit-poppy croon and those heavy life-or-death lyrics, so there's always hope for redemption.

—Patrick Rapa

Fri., May 30, 9 p.m., $15, with Damien Jurado and Cynthia G. Mason, North Star Bar, 2639 Poplar St., northstarbar.com.

Autumn De Wilde

Yeah, the new album was a bit of a letdown. Maybe that's our fault, though. Rilo Kiley's first few albums were so close to indie pop perfection that it was unreasonable for us to expect each subsequent album to approach that level. Head over to the Electric Factory to sing along to the highlights from Take-Offs and Landings, and give the songs from Under the Blacklight a second chance while you're there.

—Matt Hotz

Thu., June 5, 8:30 p.m., $25, with Thao with the Get Down Stay Down and Benji Hughes, The Electric Factory, Seventh and Willow (between Spring Garden and Callowhill streets), 215-627-1332, livenation.com.

Miss Taddei

Sometimes you need a little bump to get over the hump of the week. Enter DJ Luke Raws, who takes over the Khyber every Wednesday with a blend of new and old deep funk, soul, reggae, rare grooves and hip-hop from all generations. DJ Froz sometimes joins him on the ones and twos contributing some dancefloor jams and jazz to the mix.

—Deesha Dyer

Wed., May 28, 10 p.m., free, DJ Luke Raws, Khyber, 56 S. Second St., 215-238-5888, thekhyber.com.

True, the CD shelves are glutted with female singers offering another and another superfluous spin on the same old tired standards, imagining that an ability to smile and swing is enough to justify thrusting one more version of "Blue Skies" into our ears. Polish-born vocalist Grazyna Auguscik's 2007 live CD opens with "Don't Explain" and, yes, "Blue Skies." But anyone expecting another leggy blonde perched on a piano and crooning comfortably may end up choking on their martini. Auguscik's slightly smoky alto starts out caressing a lyric, but before long reveals a femme fatale's velvet fist, shoving and stretching it in unexpected directions, eventually proffering the delicious torture of a dominatrix providing secretly desired abuse. She scats, howls, nearly shrieks as her band (for this tour, the Balkan-jazz trio Eastern Blok) whirl like dervishes, before she restores calm with a folk tune, gorgeously tinged with the now-revealed potential for violence.

—Shaun Brady

Fri., May 30, 8 p.m., $15, Chris' Jazz Cafe, 1421 Sansom St., 215-568-3131, chrisjazzcafe.com.

Ozzy's so old and batshit insane, he needs a teleprompter just to make it through "War Pigs." The only touring Black Sabbath lineup these days is the one where Ronnie James Dio runs around singing about evil ladies and mystical dancers and crap. These messed up times call for a straight-up Sabbath fix, some heavy, heaving "N.I.B." and "Fairies Wear Boots." And our only savior may be Sabbra Cadabra of Dirty Jerz, the reigning champ in Ozzy-era Sabbath covers. All right now.

—Patrick Rapa

Sat., May 31, 8 p.m., $10, with La Resistance and Queen Diamond, Johnny Brenda's, 1201 N. Frankford Ave., 215-739-9684, johnnybrendas.com.