STREET NIGHTS, REBECCA GATES AND THE CONSORTIUM

(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) Once there were Nightmoves; now there are Street Nights. The new name of the new band from the Joggers' Jake Morris, Street Nights make tremendous tunes that sound like the greatest FM radio rock block of all time: snarled guitars, thick bottom, and melodies meant for eternity. See 'em before they play at the Keep Portland Weird festival in Paris that is happening for some reason. NED LANNAMANN


BLITZEN TRAPPER, YOURS

(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) It all started back in the year 2000—that's when Blitzen Trapper first poked its furry, wild mountain head into the world. Tonight the band celebrates its 12th anniversary with a show at a venue whose size they outgrew years ago. In those dozen years, Blitzen Trapper has showed stunning stylistic diversity while keeping an envious level of quality in their records, with particular strengths shining in their low-lit beery ballads, their twin-guitar monster rock jams, and their synth-frenzied avant pop. This is one of our city's best bands, and now among our longest-lived. Oh, and the proper gift for a 12th anniversary is silk—so, you know, wear whatever you gotta wear. NL


PERFUME GENIUS, PARENTHETICAL GIRLS

(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Horrifying manifestations of sexual depravity aren't pretty or entertaining, but they are what inspire Seattle singer/songwriter Mike Hadreas to make gorgeous music as Perfume Genius. From its title, one might easily mistake the subject matter—or genre—of his second album, Put Your Back N 2 It. I can't emphasize this strongly enough: There are no dance anthems on this album. This is music to contemplate suffering to (your own, the world's). Most of the songs are under three minutes, over before they seem like they should be, and, thanks to Hadreas' sweeping piano and hints of rockabilly, leave you wanting more. They are also heartbreaking, even if you don't listen to the lyrics, which I don't recommend if you're already feeling down. But despite theatrical percussion, Hadreas is never dramatic, singing with quiet, relatable clarity even when confronting incest and semen-covered corpses. REBECCA WILSON


SICKOIDS, ARCTIC FLOWERS, TRAUMA

(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) Sickoids hail geographically from Philly and sonically from the definitive era of American hardcore. The trio of Rob Fitzpatrick, Vincent Klopfenstein, and Eric Montanez have put in years in the Midwest underground circuit (as members of Witch Hunt and Government Control, among others), and joined forces as Sickoids to reach a pinnacle of chaotic, crushing sound and speed, set to geopolitical themes. Their inaugural visit to Portland occurs as they traverse the US on a five-week tour in support of their first release, a self-titled LP on Residue Records—a Chicago outfit that continues to press small batches of cherished vinyl. Something tells me there are some Portland people along these lines, too, and that they'll make a point to be at the Know tonight. MARANDA BISH




SOUL'D OUT MUSIC FESTIVAL: THE WHITE BUFFALO

(Star Theater, 13 NW 6th) Jake Smith looks like he could snap the neck of his acoustic guitar clean off. But his dusty folk songs—which he records and releases under the aegis of the White Buffalo—belie a hoarse delicacy that you wouldn't assume from his gruff appearance, as he channels echoes of Richie Havens and Greg Brown. NL