Both Durham's Jason Kutchma and Indiana's Austin Lucas are often linked with folk and punk: The former leads an actual rock band and the much more pastoral Five Fifths, while opening act Lucas is a burly, tattooed kid who taunts enemies and tags bigots behind an acoustic. Lucas' oeuvre seems haphazardly limited by such associations, but Kutchma smartly bends those straightforward lineages with weepy romanticism and arena-rock bombast. His Five Fifths seem bound to blossom. —Grayson Currin