boozy rock, country, and soul, 8 p.m.
The Royal Tinfoil would probably love to follow in the footsteps of Charleston’s big-name star duo Shovels and Rope. The two bands share shambling acoustic instrumentation, rootsy musical patois, and boy/girl harmonies, but the comparisons end there. While Cary Ann Hearst and Michael Trent seem ready for the Grand Ole Opry stage, the Royal Tinfoil lurk in the world of shadowy, dark-alley cabarets. The Tinfoil’s Mackie Boles has a slithery charm and a weathered growl that tips its hat to Tom Waits, while Lily Slay offers up a big bloozy voice that swings its hips with a sound that’s raw and passionate, but which can turn breathy and sweet as the morning dew on command. She’s like Jolie Holland, only brassier. In May of last year, the Royal Tinfoil released their debut album, Well Water Communion. While the collection may not be the equal of Shovels and Rope’s O’ Be Joyful, there’s no discounting Boles and Slay’s energy and chemistry. They’re natural performers who deliver their songs with a vaudevillian flair, whether they’re professing their love for sour mash (“Little Lotta Whiskey”) or lamenting “The Wretched Curse of Fools” with a jazzy-noir strut. —Chris Parker THURSDAY