THE CRIBS, HURRY UP, THE NEEDFUL LONGINGS
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) The near endless flow of garage rock streaming into our culture is showing little signs of slowing. Lucky is the band, then, that manages to distinguish itself, as the Cribs have, amongst its contemporaries, proving with Belly of the Brazen Bull they're still worth the transatlantic airfare. MARJORIE SKINNER


THE BLACK DAHLIA MURDER, NILE, SKELETONWITCH, HOUR OF PENANCE
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) Dear Black Dahlia Murder, I'm writing this open letter because I'm curious to know who you think you are? The last time you were in town, Obscura and Augury were the opening acts, two bands who were—and are—superior to you in many ways. This time around, you are touring with Skeletonwitch and Nile as your support. I will ask again: Who do you think you are? While Skeletonwitch may be something of a peer, and yes, maybe they aren't as big with the 14-year-old suburban crowd as you seem to be, their blackened death thrash is far more creative and exciting then anything you're putting out. Then there's Nile. Fucking Nile?!! We're talking about one of America's finest death metal acts. Your music would be nowhere without their achievements in extreme metal. Nile opening for you is like KISS opening for Mötley Crüe, or Madonna warming up Lady Gaga's crowd. Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? I don't know if this was your idea, or if some label big shots put you up to it, but whatever the case may be—for shame. ARIS WALES