Tonight The Broken Prayers play Tritone and as I type I can see the tumbleweeds rolling in from the horizon. To call the music bleak would not be giving it enough credit, to call it celebratory would be a downright lie. Singer/guitarist Pete Marshall is a nightwalker who seems to revel in broken street lamps and trashcan fires. His voice sounds at home on the range listening to stories about “the good ole days” over beans and moonshine. The sauntering nature of “Little Black Heart” that escalates into more of a gallop is pure Americana from these frontier men. The darkness in the music is intentional but nonetheless effective and makes me think these guys really wish they were in saloons and shootouts on a daily basis. The band’s album Crow takes a callused, gloomy look at loss, past, loneliness and love. I feel like one should bring their bindle stick and hop on a freight train to get to this show, but regardless of how you get there, just get there. Tritone, 1508 South St., 9pm, $7, 21+ – Adam G.