THE NEXT WALTZ

(Alberta Rose Theatre, 3000 NE Alberta) For those of you who have watched Martin Scorsese's The Last Waltz and wished you could've been there, eating turkey in the Winterland Ballroom and seeing Neil Young's globby coke boogers before they were edited out in post-production, fear not. Local music journalist Jeff Rosenberg has decided to wrangle together many Portland musicians and recreate it 35 years (and one day) later—like a Civil War reenactment, but with way more indie cred. Conjuring the Band's eponymous last show are Al James (as Bob Dylan), the Parson Red Heads (as the Staple Singers), Holcombe Waller (singing Neil Young's "Helpless"), plus roughly 30 others, and a number of groups acting as the Band (including Lewi Longmire and the Crackers, a name kicked around for the Band in their preliminary stages). This show benefits the Jeremy Wilson Foundation—which provides health care for musicians—and the Oregon Food Bank; non-perishable food donations are encouraged. RAQUEL NASSER


ANCIENT HEAT, ATOLE, DJ FLIGHTRISK

(East End, 203 SE Grand) The party starts here: Nine-piece disco band Ancient Heat is everything you'll ever need from a bubbling, grooving, vaguely cultish party posse. They've got a horn section, two female lead singers, porntastic guitar, glossy electric piano, vocoder'ed synths, and a hi-hat slashing its way through all that funk with relentless 16th notes. Their recorded debut, the Oh... You Bad 12-inch single, sees its release at tonight's show, and it's a solid party platter with a fine B-side and two remixes for good measure. But Ancient Heat's real strength comes from their mesmerizing live show, in which the mighty army of musicians dons all-white, slightly outlandish matching getups, looking like a cross between ABBA and the Children of God—which, actually, is the perfect way to describe their far-out disco. NED LANNAMANN


WALE, BLACK COBAIN, LOGICS, LUCK-ONE

(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) Wale's latest release, Ambition, is a head-scratching collection of ringtone-ready R&B jams, shiny Kid Cudi-meets-Wiz Khalifa club cuts, and Escalade-ready South Beach bangers. It seems that by signing to Maybach Music Group, the label helmed by Rick Ross, Wale has made a concerted effort to move units first and foremost. The man's got to eat, so it's difficult to fault him for trying to reach a broader audience, although that doesn't make the juxtaposition of the two artistic selves any less surreal for fans of his past work. Hopefully this serves as an introduction to those unfamiliar with the DC native's back catalog, particularly the superbly inventive and intellectually challenging go-go mixtapes that put him on the map in the first place. RYAN FEIGH