Do you ever get the sensation a band is manipulating you? Do you ever care? The Art of Shooting is an abundantly melodramatic band from Brooklyn; they want very badly for me to feel something when I listen to them. And I do. When those sweeping guitars come in at just the right moment, when lead singer Kelly Irene Corson's vocals layer one on top of the other in a cavalcade of emotion or when her voice meekly mutters "Isn't that your cue to go?" - all of this works on me. At the end of one of the Art of Shooting's giant-sounding songs, I feel wrung out and used, and I like it. To be manipulated - by a band so capable - can be great. 

[Le Voyeur, with Technicolor Yawn, Eux Autres, Brotherhood of the Black Squirrel, 10 p.m., no cover, 404 Fourth Ave. E., Olympia, 360.943.5710]