Frank Turner brings his gravelly, folk-punk storytelling to House of Blues with The Sleeping Souls in tow, the backing band that's been with him through years of road dust and sweat-soaked club shows. Expect a set that swings between rowdy singalongs and quieter, confessional moments—Turner's songs have always lived somewhere between a bar room shout and a diary entry, and his live shows have a way of making a packed room feel like one big chorus of strangers who suddenly know all the words.

The intimate scale of House of Blues suits this kind of show well. There's no barrier between the stage and the crowd that doesn't get closed by the end of the night, and Turner's reputation for raw, sweaty, all-in performances means this won't be a sit-back-and-watch kind of evening. Bring your voice—you'll need it.