THE WAR ON DRUGS, PURLING HISS, CARTER TANTON

(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) See My, What a Busy Week!, and read our article on The War On Drugs.


THE FELICE BROTHERS, GILL LANDRY

(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Read our article on the Felice Brothers.


HELLO ELECTRIC, SONS OF HUNS, STEAMING SATELLITES, TURBO PERFECTO

(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Hot on the heels of their terrific first album, Skychief—if you haven't heard it yet, get on it—Hello Electric have followed it up with the four-song Dead Champion EP. It's a startling, alternately beautiful and unsettling collection that showcases the local band's phenomenal, limber, rhythmically driven dark rock. Incessant clicks, whispered vocals, and soothing synthesizer pulses share space with full-clatter drum crashes, electronic squeals, and angry yells. Hello Electric celebrates the release of Dead Champion with a totally free show that features three other great bands. In other words, you don't have an excuse to be unaware of the fearsome, rad sounds of Hello Electric any longer. NED LANNAMANN


MILAGRES, LOOKBOOK, XDS

(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Milagres' recent second album, Glowing Mouth, is a truly spacious release. It's the sort of record that can whitewash any room it occupies and fill it with that extra breath of pure oxygen needed to fully clear one's head. This is likely a result of its conception; lead singer Kyle Wilson was desperate to escape the occasionally harrowing onset of claustrophobia in New York City and washed up in sprawling British Columbia, strapped to a bed with a back injury and faced with the mutinying inner workings of his brain. The track "Lost in the Dark" exemplifies these feelings beautifully, as it toes an effervescent calypso beat upon which Wilson's voice—bathed in an ethereal resonance—is supported as he repeatedly sings, "Lost in the dark/Feeling the way," and trails far off into a dark, yet restorative abyss. RAQUEL NASSER


A HAPPY DEATH, THE LOCKOUTS, OUTER SPACE HEATERS

(Ash Street Saloon, 225 SW Ash) A Happy Death's new 7-inch is filled with swirling psychedelic rock, in which guitar, bass, drums, and organ conjure up a rich and slightly terrifying canvas of sound. There's freak-out stomp, shambling story-songs, and wickedly lysergic vocals hollered from beneath a bath of echo. The four-piece, originally from Long Island but now based in Portland, isn't afraid to take some sharp left turns, and the result is Anglophile psychedelic rock with a twist of vital, rusty-knife American blues. They're providing a happy, vicious counterpoint to the status quo of the Portland psychedelic scene that's been languishing in the wake of the Dandy Warhols for the past decade. Instead of coyly mumbling beneath endless piles of overdubbed guitars, A Happy Death isn't afraid to draw blood. NL