The Devil Makes Three (pictured), Hillstomp at the Crocodile, 8 p.m., $15If you think the use of banjos, singing saw, slide guitar, and upright bass is enough to consign Devil Makes Three to the creaky realm of nostalgia, give a listen to the trio’s new third album, Do Wrong Right, which took the top slot on Billboard’s bluegrass chart. Equipped with a dark and rascally wit, singer Pete Bernhard conjures a skeletal crack-addict mother within the album’s first 30 seconds and proceeds to romanticize hard drinking with a wink and a grin on “Gracefully Facedown.” Hailing from Santa Cruz of all places, the off-kilter outfit made a name for itself by pairing a reverently old-world sound with downright irreverent lyrics. Touring through the summer, the Devil Makes Three will be pushing Do Wrong Right until autumn, when Bernhard will release his second solo platter. Remember: any bluegrass band with a live album is worth beholding firsthand. DOUG WALLENFinal Spins (CD release), Grant Olsen, Battle Hymns at Tractor Tavern, 9 p.m., $7Hold on to your hearts, kids, because tonight’s bill is chock full of music made to make and fall in love to. It’s all too easy to get swept up in the pretty pinings of the fabulously melodic Final Spins, who are celebrating the release of debut album, This Is Then/That Was Now, tonight. Fronted by former Throw Me The Statue member Joe Syverson, their approach is pure powerpop, but they sound more like a slightly twanged -up affair between Built to Spill and Magnetic Fields, making for a swooningly memorable first kiss soundtrack. Supporting band Battle Hymns comes off like the audiotastic love children of a short and stormy marriage between Smog and Interpol (performed by the Reverend Jay Farrar), and may cause you to call that certain ex and bemoan your relationship’s tragic end. The most potently romantic danger, however, maybe that of Arthur and Yu’s Grant Olsen, whose dreamy music is like a trip to the Hazelwood Underground. His music’s heart melting magic, coupled with a bottle of champagne, the right partner and a rainy afternoon, actually got me pregnant. Don’t say you haven’t been warned. MA’CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR