Daily Agenda Sept. 4: Cedarwell and The Spits

Justin Vernon of Bon Iver made the world safe for sensitive, bearded folkies from Wisconsin, and Eric G. Neave of Cedarwell looks to follow in his lonely, snow-caked footsteps. The Sheboygan native already is garnering blog buzz thanks to the pretty “Black Lung,” which is driven by a handclap rhythm that sounds like it was recorded around a campfire. Neave released Smoky Mountain Bear independently in 2008, but expect a big push for his forthcoming record, which he expects to release this fall. Cedarwell plays tonight at Frank’s Power Plant.

Over at Club Garibaldi, a very different show: The Spits build their two-minutes-or-less tunes out of some pretty grimy spare parts—lurching puck-rock progressions, barking staccato vocals, and tinny guitar and keyboard sounds that trap a lot of white noise—and the Seattle band's been known to wear such accessories as ski masks and flowing white robes onstage. The resulting bursts of static are full of hyper hooks, and the lo-fi finish actually helps to conduct the catchiness rather than smother it. The Spits have channeled this pleasingly raw collision of new-wave and punk-pop into a run of self-titled albums, the fourth of which was released earlier this year.