A.A. BONDY
10 p.m., White Water Tavern. $5.
Those who were paying close attention to indie rock in the early ’90s might remember Bondy as the bleached-blond front man for Birmingham’s Verbena. Back then, Bondy’s vocals vacillated between mumbles and piercing screams. His band specialized in dark, searing music rooted on big pop hooks. Dave Grohl produced the group’s major label debut in 1999. They were hailed as the second coming of Nirvana. When that didn’t pan out and Verbena fizzled, Bondy retreated to his home in upstate New York, wrote new songs and emerged with a batch of meditative indie folk. Last year, he released his solo debut, “American Hearts,” under his birth name, on Fat Possum. There’s no shade of ’90s angst to be found in this new project. Just a big voice, wielded gently, an acoustic guitar and lyrics of love and loss and God and evil. Here’s a good one: “Love, don’t die / It just goes from girl to girl.”