THE PACK A.D.
9 p.m., White Water Tavern, $5.
Jeez Louise. Only 17 seconds into a virgin listening of the criminally-tight East Vancouver bombshell duo the Pack A.D. I wept tears of gratitude. Take the bare-bones two-person lineup and throw in North Mississippi Hill country guitar crunch, the wailing, plaintive moans (not screams) of Robert Plant, Grace Slick, Janis Joplin and Aretha Franklin, and a double shot of old-growth, hickory-smoked drumming and you’ve got singer/guitarist Becky Black and drummer Maya Millers. With two albums, both released in 2008 (“Tintype” and “Funeral Mixtape”), these gals hammer out no-bullshit garage/blues rock with all the homage and originality it takes to be certifiably legit. Having jammed the entire North American continent and some of South America as well as Europe, the Pack is back on the road following its SXSW run before returning home to record a third album. They will turn Tuesday night into a Saturday night from the moment they hit the stage. And don’t expect “Wang Dang Doodle.”