Turn off your iPhone and put down the Guitar Hero III controller. It's time to welcome 2008, and there's no better way to say sayonara to 2007 than with some fist-pumping, ass-shaking, ear-ringing music. Yes, we dig Tainted Love (playing at 'Canes) as much as you do. But you can hear “99 Luft Balloons” anywhere. These are the five best live-music events in San Diego on New Year's Eve, and the countdown begins in 5… 4… 3… 2….Venue: AnthologySpecs: 9 p.m. start, $50-$195 per person (with four-course dinner)Lineup: Lee Rocker and the Anthology House BandNew Year's Anthem: “Gone” (Lee Rocker) New Year's Toast: Champagne, unless you want to debase yourself by slurping the cognac out of that “Fresh Crab Martini in Tomato Horseradish Cognac Sauce” that you had for the second course. New Year's Kiss: Short and sweet (like kissing your mom) or uncomfortably long and zealous (like kissing your friend's mom).New Year's Resolutions: Lose weight, “be nicer to people” and sell all your Halliburton stock before your friends find out. Ride Home: If you can afford $200 a pop for dinner and Rocker, you can probably afford a hotel room. The Final Countdown: Most N.Y.E. shows operate under the assumption that more is more, like the big hotel bashes with their 12 tons of confetti, 54 dance floors, 463 DJs and a petting zoo. Anthology is keeping it simple with one headliner. Luckily, Rocker has enough energy in his rockabilly repertoire to pull off a slightly more intimate—but no less raucous—affair. Venue: Belly Up TavernSpecs: 9 p.m., $36-$38Lineup: The Aggrolites, Grand Ole Party, BeatmoAnthem: “Insane” (GOP)Toast: Margarita. You're by the beach, after all. But that 'rita has gotta be served on the rocks—because you're a hipster, after all. Kiss: Either painfully shy or comically exaggerated. Resolutions: Gain weight, buy a Vespa, remember to turn on Grand Ole Party if and when they do break big. Ride Home: Vespa if it's handy; otherwise you're crashing nearby. The only question is if it's going to be A) on your friend's couch, B) on a friend's friend's couch or C) face-down on the beach. Final Countdown: Yeah, yeah. You're sick of hearing about Grand Ole Party. They're good, they're great, they're Grand. We'll leave it at that. It's the rest of the clique-mixing bill that could make the people-watching as much fun as the show. The Aggrolites bring their “Dirty Reggae,” while Beatmo incorporates trumpets, accordion, djembe and bongos into their “experimental indie rock” for a quirky, if not tasty, GOP sandwich. Venue: The CasbahSpecs: 9 pm, $35-$40Lineup: The Mother Hips and Billy MidnightAnthem: “Time We Had” (Mother Hips) Toast: Tall can of whatever's this month's beer that's cheap enough to be hip but expensive enough to not be cheap. Kiss: Whoever happens to be standing next to you—your roommate, your girlfriend, the sound tech—will do. If it's Hips singer Tim Bluhm, all the better. Resolutions: Get a new job, then quit new job because work is getting in the way of drinking on Monday nights at The Casbah. Get a new girl/boyfriend, then dump them for the same reason. Ride Home: You will try to hitch a ride on a passing train, and you will fail. Just remember to tuck and roll away from the tracks when you fall. Final Countdown: Billy Midnight is cool and all, but it's those birthing Hips that'll pack The Casbah. It's not just nostalgia, either. The band's newish album, Kiss the Crystal Flake, has a new wave of indie kids kissing the Hips' ring 15 years after their older siblings or (shudder) parents first went Back to the Grotto. Venue: House of BluesSpecs: 9 p.m., $65-$200Lineup: The Reverend Horton Heat, Hank III, Nashville PussyAnthem: “It Was a Very Good Year” (The Rev. Heat)Toast: Shots of something hard and Southern—Jack Daniels, Southern Comfort or moonshine sprinkled with Strom Thurmond's ashes. Kiss: Sloppy, with an aftertaste of whiskey and Marlboros. Resolutions: To wake up on New Year's Day lying next to the woman/man in the cowboy hat trying to dance on the bar. Ride Home: The good news? You're downtown and thus have the best chance of catching a taxi. The bad news? You're downtown and just spent your paycheck on drinks and concert tickets. Final Countdown: This has the potential to be one of those smote-my-mind nights that lead to a “Sunday Morning Coming Down” kind of hangover. The price and environs should keep the rowdies at bay, but, with drink-first-think-later provocateurs like the fiery Reverend, Hank the Third and Tennessee Vagina on stage, all bets might be off. Venue: SomaSpecs: 5 p.m., $18Lineup: Pierce the Veil, Suicide Silence, Stick to Your Guns, Lower Definition, The Warriors, The Faceless, Elysia, His Irate Life, Carnifex, Misdelphia, Tragedy & Triumph. Anthem: “Yeah Boy and Doll Face” (Pierce the Veil). Toast: Mt. Dew, or that bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade you jacked from your parents' fridge and chugged in the parking lot. Kiss: Sweaty and awkward. But it's probably your first, so don't beat yourself up. Resolutions: Get your first kiss (check!), pass your driver's license test, slowly build a Mike's Hard Lemonade cache so you don't have to share one bottle with six friends. Ride Home: Skateboard, bicycle or your mom's SUV. Final Countdown: It's hard to beat 11 bands for $18. Not that you have much choice since this is about the only all-ages soirée around that doesn't involve the words “Blockbuster” or “youth group.” You might get what you pay for—a couple bands that formed yesterday and a couple that'll break up tomorrow—but headliners like Pierce the Veil and Suicide Silence should still make it worth your while.