SMMR BMMR: MAYYORS, WOVEN BONES, BURNING YELLOWS, METH TEETH & MORE(Plan B, 1305 SE 8th) The summertime answer to the annual Dmmr Bmmr festival, Smmr Bmmr is a mandatory ritual of ear-ringing garage punk (and beyond) that stretches over three sweaty days and nights. After packing a sweltering Rotture last year, the Smmr Bmmr is headed down the road to Plan B for its inaugural run as an outdoor event. "I just think it's more fun if every show is as different as possible and the venue is a big part of that," says co-booker Jon Barron. The other half of the booking equation, Hailey Poyser, explains the appeal of their new home: "Plan B has more of a summer vibe. We are really psyched to have bands playing outside." As for the future of the vowel-free event? "I think it can only get bigger and better every year," explains Poyser, before Barron adds the obligatory, "That's what she said."
REPORTER, WAMPIRE, SOFT METALS (Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) It's a waft of the voice you hear on many '80s 12-inch singles, the final resting place of the disco diva. It's Jocelyn Brown, Shannon, and Sylvia Striplin—sotto voce. It's spooky. And thanks to a compellingly artless reliance on echo and delay effects, it's omniscient, too, much like all good ghosts are. This is Alberta Poon, cut loose from all those Blonde Redhead comparisons she and her bandmates, Michael McKinnon and Daniel Grazzini, once attracted as Wet Confetti. But I repeat: That band is over. Poon, McKinnon, and Grazzini now call themselves Reporter. It might not be a new group, but it is, as Poon says, "a new project," one whose chief distinction from the last is its ability to fill a dance floor. Which isn't to say this trio only recently learned how to have fun. It's just that, on Reporter's new full-length, Time Incredible, they've invited us into their circle.
THRONES, SUBARACHNOID SPACE, ARANYA (Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Chances are you still had a retainer and were riding a Huffy when SubArachnoid Space first began flattening eardrums and rattling skulls back in San Francisco 14 years ago. Now the band is primed to call it a day, pulling out of PDX Pop Now! and allocating this show as their final performance. While it was never easy to pin down their massive monolithic sound—copious use of the following terms were generally accepted: "stoner," "drone," "metal," "trippin' balls"—SubArachnoid Space simply carried on, creating a masterful sound well outside the grid of any quaint genre expectations. Tonight's show will feature unreleased new material, old favorites, and your final chance to push close to the stage and feel the band's heavy sound rumble through your chest one final time. EZRA ACE CARAEFF
Caleb Klauder Band, Chromeo, Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt, Nneka, Astrology and Autolux all coming up after the jump!
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CALEB KLAUDER BAND, WOODY PINES (Spare Room, 4830 NE 42nd) Caleb Klauder's other band, Portland's own Foghorn Stringband, is one of the finest old-time music ensembles in the country, but with his eponymous band, Klauder goes slightly more contemporary—slightly. Backed by a crack team of musicians, Klauder makes good ol'-fashioned country music, brushing on honky-tonk, rockabilly, Western swing, and maybe a bit of calico-print gospel, too. Klauder plays guitar and mandolin, and sings with a tarnished, weathered voice that sounds like it's coming from an old AM broadcast from the early part of last century. His latest, Western Country, features among others the talents of sometime-Richmond Fontaine member Paul Brainard on electric guitar and pedal steel, plus Foghorn's Stephen "Sammy" Lind and What Heart's Sophie Vitells both on fiddle. Like Foghorn Stringband, the Caleb Klauder Band reeks of authenticity, and Western Country is a total, absolute pleasure that hits the sweet spot without trying too hard—proof that Klauder is one of the very best at what he's doing, and that there's way more to the Portland music scene than meets the indie-rock eye. NED LANNAMANN
CHROMEO, HOLY GHOST, TELEPHONED, RUDE DUDES (Roseland, 8 NW 6th) There is a certain kneejerk reaction that Chromeo—the dual effort of Dave 1 and the unfortunately named P-Thugg—is just another mouthbreathing revisionist dance act chumming the ocean of '80s pop for something to repackage and resell to a generation numb to the irony of it all. Yet the Montreal pair couldn't be more sincere, grounded, and intelligent—you don't get your Ph.D. in French literature between tours (as Dave 1 currently is) if you are too busy ripping off Val Young grooves. Never claiming to reinvent the dance scene, this proletarian pair is intent on throwing the best damn party ever on a nightly basis during their Business Casual tour (booking hotshit DFA duo Holy Ghost to support is a great start). EAC
NICE NICE, MIRACLES CLUB, TERROR PIGEON DANCE REVOLT (Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) Nice Nice has settled quite nicely atop its spaced-out wall of sound—it's amazing what a clamor the two-piece can make together. The duo's twitch and glitch touches on... well, everything. On their Warp debut Extra Wow, Afro-Cuban rhythms dance with neo-psychedelic noise and krautrock skronk. Nice Nice will match wits with New York's Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt, a much larger group that comes to the party dressed in costumes made from stuffed animals and has been known to incite onstage pillow fights. You've been warned. MARK LORE
NNEKA, PIGEON JOHN (Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) If you need a visual example of how essential the role of geography is to Nneka, just take a glance at the map painted on her face on the cover of her latest LP, Concrete Jungle. You'll run out of pushpins trying to keep up with this neo-soul crooner as she blurs borders from Germany (her current home), to Nigeria (her influential birthplace), all the way Stateside (where Sony Records releases her albums). When it comes to the influence of musically rich families, Concrete Jungle is more Marley than Kuti, which explains why Nneka was handpicked to support Damien Marley and Nas on the road earlier this year. In a time when global boundaries have become distorted, the music of Nneka will prevail. EAC
Astrology - "Ice Cream Hex"
XDS, ARCHERS, ASTROLOGY (The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) If Charlie Salas-Humara had a nickel for every band he's been in... well, he'd have a bunch of nickels. Still, that's more money than most musicians have, plus Salas-Humara embodies a Portland trend in which musicians spread their talents across several bands as a way to cover a variety of musical ground. Since the partial dissolution of the internationally cherished Panther, he has been most active with rock and roll group Ylang Ylang, but side project Astrology provides a unique experience as well. Featuring the jaunty, Minutemen-esque bass stylings of Marius Libman and powerful drummer Mark Onyx, Astrology creates freeform throwback pyschedelia that echoes the now-defunct Explode into Colors, especially Salas-Humara's spacey, chaotic vocals. It seems that where one local supergroup leaves off, another will steam right ahead. MARANDA BISH
AUTOLUX, THIS WILL DESTROY YOU (Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) Autolux does a damn fine job of carrying the shoegaze torch into the new millennium. Their effect-pedal-generated walls of sound should adequately satiate those folks anxiously awaiting Kevin Shields' next move. But tape-echo aficionados are also advised to show up in time for This Will Destroy You. The Texas quartet is part of a certain Lone Star state lineage, drawing from the closing-credits guitar cadence of Midland's Explosions in the Sky and the soothing ethereal swells of Austin's Stars of the Lid. Typically starting with a simple guitar passage as a foundation, the band gradually expounds upon a handful of notes until they've rendered the most gut-wrenchingly somber melodies out a few spare elements. It won't destroy you, but it will certainly move you.