CALVIN JOHNSON, BURNING YELLOWS, THE SANDWITCHES, ORCA TEAM, KELLY SLUSHER
(Templeton Building, 5 SE 3rd) There will be no more music in the Templeton Building. Or maybe there will be. In what is being billed as kinda, sorta, maybe-ish the final night for music in the woefully underused Eastside warehouse that snuggles up with the Burnside Bridge, former tenants Disjecta are hosting a mighty "farewell." You don't need a shield around a K tattooed to your wrist to adore the enigmatic Calvin Johnson, nor do you need to hang 10 to appreciate the shimmy and shake of the revisionist surf rockers in Orca Team. But above all, don't miss a moment of San Francisco's the Sandwitches, a trio best described by someone with a greater gift for words than myself as "a holy communion of Roky Erickson and Stevie Nicks." EZRA ACE CARAEFF
REDCOAT TURNCOAT, HELLO CONSTABLE, BUZZYSHYFACE, TIGER HOUSE
(Slabtown, 1033 NW 16th) I don't know if Redcoat Turncoat's debut CD How Do You Feel About Long Goodbyes? is actually a concept album about a bunny rabbit and its hunter, but I like to think that it is. The gently strummy "The Ballad of Baby Bunny"—with its muttered, Kurt Wagner-ish vocals—obviously fits the plot, and the ominous "The Collector," with its slashing chorus of "I'm gonna hunt you down" (voiced by Kusikia's Nsayi Matingo), sounds like it's sung with rifle in hand. Elsewhere, there's Kinks-y pop tunes, meandering guitar ballads, and a 12-minute epic in the form of the shoegazey "OK." It's a weird and charming record, with all the different pieces fitting together like a hodgepodge, and its best moments are the simplest ones that fit into the overall theme. It's almost like a sloppier, homegrown version of the Magnetic Fields' highbrow tunesmithing, and it leads directly to the very important question: Well, what do these guys sound like live? Tonight's the perfect opportunity to find out. NED LANNAMANN
FIRST AID KIT, FERRABY LIONHEART, THE SEA OF CORTEZ
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Just stop it already, Sweden. You won. American music has cried uncle—we can't possibly compete with your Robyn, Jens Lekman, Sally Shapiro, Lykke Li, the Knife, the Tallest Man on Earth, etc. You win and we lose. First Aid Kit are the latest Nordic exports to plant the blue and yellow flag in our defeated soil with a tender folk sound created by doe-eyed sisters Klara and Johanna SÖderberg. The teenage siblings pick up where early Azure Ray left off, creating vocal-heavy song structures that swell throughout their debut, The Big Black and the Blue—an album title that best describes our battered domestic pop scene. EZRA ACE CARAEFF
Love Loungers, Dungen, Glass Candy, and info regarding the Clinton Street Record grand opening, as well as a link to the complete show listings, after the jump.
THE LOVE LOUNGERS, THE OCEAN FLOOR, THE FIRS OF PREY, YEAH GREAT FINE
(Backspace, 115 NW 5th) The Love Loungers are Portland's self-proclaimed "Rat Pack," a collective of half a dozen musicians who describe themselves as "sharp-dressing 20-somethings" that hearken back to an era when music was made to make you get down. Featuring a brass section and a backup singer to Ini Akpan's jive-talking lead vocals, the Loungers build upon classic soul sounds with a funky brand of lounge they call "groove-hop," plus there is just a tinge of contemporary hiphop influence audible as well. Joining a trend among local bands—think Sallie Ford or the Builders and the Butchers in their respective ways—the band largely rejects modern tendencies in favor of the soulful, group dynamics of yesteryear. Luckily, there seem to be plenty of Portlanders that want to join them in this aesthetic time travel. MARANDA BISH
DUNGEN, THE ENTRANCE BAND
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Now six full-lengths and over a decade into their run—perhaps snatching the best Swedish rock band crown from Europe (the band) along the way—there's still no less scorch and squeal in Stockholm prog-psych outfit Dungen's lead guitar licks. Granted, they're lurking behind softer touches more often than in the past, but the rabbit-holes Skit I Allt pulls you through are ornamented with jazzy interludes as well as baroque piano, flute, clarinet and the occasional female vocal. At its mellowest, the record grooves and swirls like a Scandinavian Sea and Cake with more wah-wah in the mix. When the guitars let rip though, as on "Brallor" or the album's title track, "Skit I Allt"—the phrase is Swedish for "fuck it all"—Dungen capture the paisley-patterned hooks and magic of its breakthrough Ta Det Lugnt and express them through refined compositional chops. ETHAN JAYNE
GLASS CANDY, CHROMATICS, VICE DEVICE, MIKE SIMONETTI
(Rotture, 315 SE 3rd) Do Italians still Do It Better? In 2007, the niche Italo disco revivalist imprint (a brainchild of Troubleman Unlimited founder Mike Simonetti) was widely lionized, with its After Dark comp, Chromatics' Night Drive, and Glass Candy's B/E/A/T/B/O/X all riding a wave of newfound love for the genre. The timing of Chromatics' "comeback" seems ill-conceived—with three year's worth of evolved electronic strains (chiptune, dubstep, chillwave) currently crowding the stage—but the band has a new double LP of dusky old-school synthpop on the way, and Johnny Jewel has been keeping busy as a solo artist and in the band Desire with Megan Louise. Strange timing for an Italo-disco re-revival? Perhaps, but to borrow a phrase from genre forefathers Black Devil Disco Club, "Timing, Forget the Timing." JASON BAXTER
GRAND OPENING: MAXX BASS, DJ ERIC, MUSIQUE PLASTIQUE, REV SHINES, VINYL RITCHIE, PATRICK D, DJ FLIGHT RISK
(Clinton Street Record and Stereo, 2510 SE Clinton) Record geeks rejoice, for there is a new store in town. Settling in nicely in the old Q Is for Choir digs, Clinton Street Record and Stereo shop is slinging everything from vinyl, stereos, to reassembled old-school headphones for audiophiles everywhere. In honor of opening their doors, the shop is throwing an all-day party open to the public. The turntables will be occupied by some of Portland's finest DJs plus there will be free refreshments and cookies as well. Just keep those nougat-covered paws off the merchandise, okay? EZRA ACE CARAEFF
Complete show listings can be viewed here.