Keeping in mind that I am well aware of how simultaneously reductive and frightening this will come off, let me just suggest that I think the Gentlemen Gluttons sound kind of like a bluegrass version of the Decemberists. No, come back! Of course, this comparison is entirely unfair. Yes, while it's true that the Gentlemen Gluttons have a love for outmoded language and a desire to spin yarns about iron strikes and ghost towns that does resemble the ethos of the Decemberists, their reliance on banjos, mandolins and fiddles, along with the lead singer's almost Calvin Johnson-esque baritone, establishes them as something stranger and more unique than such comparisons can do justice. The band's self-titled three-song EP drowns in the kind of dusty doom and dread that seems only accessible by banjo. 

[The New Frontier Lounge, with Jessica Dobson, Little Penguins, The Fling, 9 p.m., cover TBA, 301 E. 25th St., Tacoma, 253.572.4020]