SOUL'D OUT: TRENTEMØLLER, DORIT CHRYSLER, BRYAN ZENTZ, RENA JONES, ANDROID, PIPEDREAM

(Refuge, 116 SE Yamhill) TrentemØller (Anders TrentemØller) had immediate success with his first few releases as part of Steve Bug's Poker Flat/Audiomatique empire. Loved by brainy minimal techno fans for his intricate attention to detail and by club-goers for his epic, accessible remixes for artists like the Knife, Booka Shade, Royksopp, and Moby, TrentemØller could have easily taken a comfortable place among the predictable yet respectable club music royalty and called it good. Instead he turned his first full-length album into a live performance with a band and continued to move in a more analog direction. His new album Into the Great Wide Yonder shares all the same dramatic emotion of past work, with a new focus on live instrumentation and vocal collaborations. Don't expect the club bangers of his early days—TrentemØller is on tour with a full band, including the amazingly talented theremin player Dorit Chrysler, who will also perform solo. AVA HEGEDUS


DEFTONES, DILLINGER ESCAPE PLAN, FUNERAL PARTY

(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) I'm still baffled as to how the Deftones have managed to stay relevant all the way into 2011 while most of their peers have gone the way of the dollar bin—especially considering how the band's formula has hardly budged over the last decade-plus. It's been an interesting few years for the Sacto band. Their bassist Chi Chang continues to lie bedridden after a car accident left him in a coma in 2008. The tragedy led to the band shelving their Eros album and instead recording Diamond Eyes, a record met with an inexplicably glowing reception. What leaves me really scratching my head is the fact that the Deftones—in 20-goddamn-11—are selling out dates all over the country... including one of their two nights at the Crystal Ballroom. As much as I'm tempted to listen to Diamond Eyes to see what the fuss is all about, I think I'm going to instead put on Around the Fur (their best), close my eyes, and pretend it's 19-goddamn-97 again. MARK LORE


ADVENTURES! WITH MIGHT, SPESUS CHRIST, POCKETKNIFE

(Backspace, 115 NW 5th) The debut full-length from Adventures! With Might receives a cassette release tonight on Portland tape label Apes Tapes, and it's a slick, neo-noir synth pop album that could almost be considered goth if it didn't sound so horny. The two Adventurers who make up the band are Isaac Medina and Marc Aaron Swart, and if their press materials are to be believed, they met in a life drawing class in which Swart was modeling, then started the band as a "release for their sexual tension toward one another." Bands have surely been started for less, and that sexual tension seems to be the gasoline that this new cassette runs on. With drugged-out, after-hours club beats and Swart's drowsy, pouting falsetto, Adventures! With Might pose their way through a series of provocative positions. NED LANNAMANN


DAVID LINDLEY

(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) It's likely you would recognize David Lindley for his gratuitous stringed accompaniments on some rather seminal albums—Graham Nash's Songs for Beginners, Jackson Browne's For Everyman, and most recently, Bruce Springsteen's The Promise, to name just a few. The more liner notes you peruse, the more likely you are to stumble upon his name. However, his extensive solo discography is not nearly as heralded as his session work, and beneath those well-executed classic-rock guitar licks is an "eclectic" (read: overachieving with a unwelcome affinity for reggae) songwriter with a lot of bad jokes. It's perhaps indicative of why Lindley is best known for his arsenal of unusual instruments, though I suppose a legend is a legend regardless of his peculiar habits. Just hope he divulges a good story or two about the glory days of Topanga Canyon (and doesn't play the idiotic blues number "When a Man Gets Boobs"). RAQUEL NASSER

A complete listing of this week's shows can be viewed here.


GAYTHEIST, WAX EDISON, CHAIR PROJECT

(Mudai Lounge, 801 NE Broadway) With two dueling bassists (and not a single guitar to speak of), Portland trio Wax Edison creates a fearsomely bottom-heavy sound, but there's more going on than just low-end groaning. Their brand-new release, the six-song Fires Rabbits, is a thick but quick-moving slab of heaviness, with the vocals taking the form of muffled screaming. Despite all that—and even with lyrics like "I woke up and I dry heaved myself out of bed"—Wax Edison have made a propulsive, fun record that's not quite punk, not quite metal; it really is best described by the band's self-coined phrase "thunder rock." Tonight's the release show for Fires Rabbits on thick vinyl (it's also available as a download on their website, in exchange for a mere buck and your email address) and the show should be a ferociously fun time. Tying the bill together with more bass, the Chair Project is Chairman from Drats!!! offering virtuosic, crazed vocals with solo bass guitar accompaniment. NL


SHEARING PINX, GHOST MOM, ONONOS, TRANS FAT, ILL CAMINO

(East End, 203 SE Grand) Seattle's Ononos are a strange trio of processed, angular, and minimalist synth-punks who upturn your musical world and drop you smack-dab in the middle of an underground club on a Gaspar NoÉ movie set. The synth/drum rhythm section looks like uniformed widows, whose faces are draped with square black veils hanging from white headbands. Meanwhile, Ononos singer Ursula Android wears shapely, design-oriented outfits, from a hermaphroditic dominatrix priest in a black pantyhose mask and white cock ring for an eyeball to a sleek long-tailed jacket, zigzag-patterned pants, and top hat. His movements embody a sort of mechanical alien bride spawn of Edward Scissorhands and Beetlejuice, and the songs are sadistic post-punk soundtracks to some movie about black leather-clad killer clowns that prowl brightly colored metropolitan downtowns at night. Or maybe that was the setting to a weird dream I had after I saw them play recently. TRAVIS RITTER


RANDY NEWMAN

(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) The mush-mouthed songwriter rolls through town to sing a bunch of songs about cartoons (and, hopefully, something from 1972's Sail Away). NL

A complete listing of this week's shows can be viewed here.