Baby, it’s cold out­side

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bur­row­ing deep enough into my bones to jus­tify a crack­ling piñon fire at dusk and a sec­ond layer of clothes on the night­stand. Which re­minds me: if you miss at (401 S. Guadalupe St., 983-4559) on

you de­serve to be frost­bit­ten in your naughty parts and then gummed to death by tooth­less Tea Party zom­bies. Baste your mind’s eye in that im­age for a moment be­fore read­ing on.

Formed in 2002 from bits and pieces of Port­land, Ore­gon’s, gi­gan­tic pool of tal­ented young mu­si­cians, The Ther­mals are cur­rently on tour in sup­port of their fifth stu­dio al­bum, Per­sonal Life, re­leased on the Kill Rock Stars la­bel in Septem­ber. Chris Walla (Death Cab for Cutie) re­turns as pro­ducer, hav­ing as­sumed that duty on the band’s 2004 full-length. With this record, the band turns from pol­i­tics, re­li­gion, death, and ad­dic­tion — and the bit­ter­ness they can cause — and turns to themes of love and re­la­tion­ships, and the bit­ter­ness they can cause.

Westin Glass, for­mer Santa Fe res­i­dent and per­cus­sion­ist for now-de­funct lo­cal band Mistle­toe, con­tin­ues to hit skins for The Ther­mals, and the new al­bum is per­cus­sion-driven to the core. While Per­sonal Life may be a lit­tle more re­strained and pop-ori­ented than ear­lier re­leases — like 2006’s melodic-post-punk gem The Body, the Blood, the Ma­chine, pro­duced by Bren­dan Canty of Fugazi — it’s still a tes­ta­ment to The Ther­mals’ abil­ity to tran­si­tion to­ward a new sound with­out to­tally alien­at­ing diehard fans of the band’s faster, harder ma­te­rial. Ex­pect a set list that in­cludes a mix of old and new songs. And guess what, kids? This one’s an all-ages af­fair — but the over-21 grown-ups still get ac­cess to the hard stuff with valid ID. At­lanta all-girl grunge-pop pun­kettes and lo­cal in­die rock­ers

also per­form. Ad­vance tick­ets for the early show (things get started at 7 p.m.), $10, are avail­able on­line at www.cora­zon­santafe.com or by call­ing 505-886-1251. Ad­mis­sion at the door is $12. When High May­hem Emerg­ing Arts, The Process, and the Meow Wolf arts col­lec­tive join forces, an­gels get their wings and uni­corns with golden horns sprout from oil­slicked pools of ut­ter despair. OK, per­haps that’s a slight ex­ag­ger­a­tion, but cool things do hap­pen. Con­sider, for in­stance, a show these lo­cal or­ga­ni­za­tions and pro­mot­ers co-present with Port­land, Ore­gon (again, I know!), in­die­me­dia la­bel and “long-dis­tance friend­ship ex­per­i­ment” Laser­cave at (2811 Siler Lane, www.high­may­hem.org) on At catch the which brings to­gether the elec­tro-glitch ge­nius of dig­i­tal-dance-track de­mon

aka Jeff Brod­sky (go to his MyS­pace page and give “Disco Dry­mouth” a spin — you’ll thank me); the drum-and-tuba-drenched, ex­per­i­men­tal gospel pop of Ore­gon duo lo­cal one-man bed­room-pop love ma­chine (aka Noah DeVore); and multimedia artist and Santa Fe na­tive (www.jesse­malmed.net). Ad­mis­sion for the all-ages show is only 5 bucks, so there’ll be plenty of your hard-earned cash leftover for hol­i­day shop­ping at the merch ta­bles.

— Rob DeWalt

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