The Shins The Shins' third and newest album, Wincing the Night Away, was readily available on illegal file-sharing services early last November, more than two months before its official release. But perhaps Wincing's No. 2 debut on the Billboard album charts with a whopping 35,000 digital copies sold out of 118,000 overall will finally quiet those who complain that file sharing is killing album sales. (Instead, folks can grumble about this sold-out show at the Pageant especially because this just might be the last time one can see the Shins in such cozy environs.) Either way, Wincing is a solid step forward, an album that augments the group's lush, homespun pop with watery atmospheres, trip-hop beats and murky synth lines without losing the burnished melodies and flowery poetry of yore. Whether the Shins' live show has caught up with its tunes remains to be seen; the addition of Viva Voce singer Anita Robinson's twittering on a recent Saturday Night Live performance of "Phantom Limb" added depth, but even she couldn't save the coffee-shop strum "New Slang" from meandering into dullsville. Annie Zaleski 8 p.m. Sunday, February 11. Pageant, 6161 Delmar Boulevard. Sold out. 314-726-6161.
Misery loves company, especially in the depression-driven heavy-music scene. So soon after the Baltimore band Misery Index appeared in 2001, Misery Signals emerged from Madison, Wisconsin. The groups aren't the kindred spirits their monikers suggest, though: Misery Index plays skin-peeling metal, while Misery Signals embraces clarion guitar melodies, especially on its most recent release Mirrors. Under original singer Jesse Zaraska, Misery Signals sounded more chaotic, with a quicker pulse and erratic time changes. New vocalist Karl Schubach has hookier material with which to work, but even during the band's mellow segments, he sounds like an insufficiently tranquilized lion, roaring angrily while pawing at the offending dart. Live, he's all hardcore barks and portentously enunciated spoken lines. Patrick Stump from Fall Out Boy croons the chorus to one track, giving a glimpse at what a more congruous vocal approach might yield. Andrew Miller
7 p.m. Monday, February 12. Creepy Crawl, 3524 Washington Boulevard. $13 to $14. 314-531-3888.
Beneath the sunny bed of SoCal piano-pop runs a darker narrative, that of 24-year-old Andrew McMahon's battles with acute lymphatic leukemia. The near-demise of the Jack's Mannequin frontman has been discussed to, well, death but less has been said about his unabashedly jubilant yet astoundingly mature 2005 debut, Everything In Transit. In a sea of assembly-line emo-punkers (including McMahon's own other group, Something Corporate), the classic-rock-inspired album turned denial, alienation, responsibility, sacrifice and, ultimately, acceptance into a devil-may-care joyride. New Mannequin material is slated for release before the year's end; if McMahon's waters ran deep before his health woes, there's no telling what he's going to hit us with for Jack's second act. Julie Seabaugh
6:30 p.m. Wednesday, February 14. Pageant, 6161 Delmar Boulevard. Sold out. 314-726-6161