Nominated for: Best Cover/Tribute Band

With Bunnygrunt currently relegated to part-time status, owing to bassist Karen Ried's move to Cincinnati, lead singer/guitarist Matt Harnish has taken the opportunity to go solo for the first time. The format of Matt Harnish's Pink Guitar is fairly self-explanatory: It's mostly him (sometimes with a few friends) and a cheap semi-acoustic guitar playing some of his favorite songs in a stripped-down style. The setlist often resembles a playlist from a clued-in college DJ, with selections from the likes of Camper Van Beethoven, Game Theory, Pooh Sticks and Mountain Goats. There's usually a Sparks medley at some point in the show, and occasionally Harnish's fiancée joins him for a duet of "You're the Reason Our Kids Are Ugly." Charmingly low-key and obviously a labor of love. — Mike Appelstein

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4 P.M. Con Trails

Nominated for: Best New Band

Rather than save their songs (and their dollars) to release a full-length, capital-A Album, the fellows in Con Trails are happy to work in short, frequent bursts. The duo, composed of Kevin Guszkowski and Luke Sapa, has released three EPs, each with two or three songs, each month. Every release finds the experimentally inclined band using guitars and drums to craft sometimes-creamy, sometimes-discordant songs that can float like shoegaze or hit like post-punk. The group's most recent release, Tunnel Prey, weaves in dark, muddy tones to offer up some brutality amid the bliss. — Christian Schaeffer

5 P.M. Boreal Hills

Nominated for: Best Garage Rock

Boreal Hills manages to sound utterly stoned and utterly wired as its members slash through the sub-three-minute jams on last year's Dope Hugz. The band members care more than you'd guess from titles like "Belcher" and "Ripped Jeans," and what they care about are noisy no-wave tunes, art-punk à la Pere Ubu, '50s wild-man rockabilly yelps and slapback blasted through the cracked windows of whatever filthy rehearsal space sired such a convincing and appropriately filthy fuzz-punk sound. The band recently scored a Daytrotter session, and more national attention is surely in the offing in the months to come. — Roy Kasten

6 P.M. Willis

Nominated for: Best New Band

If the Shaggs had grown up with Casios, Donkey Kong and The Blair Witch Project, the band might have sounded like lo-fi experimental act Willis. The trio of sisters Milena and Bella Kanak, along with fellow St. Clair, Illinois, pal Paige Smyth, barely makes music — unless you count chanting about Bobby Fischer and banging on a pot music — but what they do make is truly original, in the way that the best spontaneous sonic weirdness can be. Even as the St. Louis underground experimental scene flourishes, the darkly funny, sometimes downright disturbing words, noises and loops made by Willis sound like nothing else in this town — or any other, for that matter. — Roy Kasten

7 P.M. The Maness Brothers

Nominated for: Best Blues

Jake and David Maness grew up in O'Fallon, but they're too young to remember the heyday of KSHE (94.7 FM), when classic rock meant as much blues as Southern or progressive rock, when Cream, Hendrix and Zeppelin helped define radio for a generation. But this duo caught wind of the blues all the same, channeling it into a thundering, radio-friendly sound that is indebted to the likes of the Black Keys and the White Stripes, but with a distinctly dirty, even underclass, Missouri tone. And that's a good thing. On the 2012 EP Grief Factory, the Manesses exalt catfish, rivers and guns, and throw themselves into every howling jam. — Roy Kasten

8 P.M. The Union Electric

Nominated for: Best Folk

The word "supergroup" is a bit of a stretch for the Union Electric. Still, the core of seasoned, prolific musicians Tim Rakel, Mic Boshans, Glenn Burleigh and Melinda Cooper — along with a revolving door of quality guests onstage and on record — does carry some hints of indie-rock collectives like the New Pornographers and Broken Social Scene. Where those examples can struggle for authenticity when dabbling in Americana themes (blame Canada), the Union Electric's Midwest roots shine through, even when the band's mind is elsewhere — like the beach, for example, on the surf-rock indebted "From Bad to Worstward." The Union Electric may not be the folkiest folk band in the folk category, but it is certainly the most effortless about its folksiness. — Ryan Wasoba

9 P.M. Aquitaine

Nominated for: Best Indie Rock

It's another lazy summer Saturday afternoon in St. Louis. You're looking for the perfect soundtrack for hitting the hammock with a cool Arnold Palmer after tending your organic kale garden and playing fetch with your Saint Berdoodle. There's a perfect soundtrack somewhere for you, but it sure as fuck isn't Aquitaine. With guitars cranked to eleven to the eleventh power and all the harmonic texture of the Brit-pop-loving bands it aims to rock swirls around, Aquitaine puts it all out there. Not content to release just one CD called American Pulverizer, the band put out American Pulverizer-Part 2 this year — fans of loud, expert guitar rock would do well to check it out. — Roy Kasten

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