TYCHO, ACTIVE CHILD, LORD HURON

(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Scott Hansen, AKA the man behind the evocative, calming beats of Tycho, is not just a musician; he's a visual artist as well, operating under the moniker ISO50. That means tonight's Tycho show will be a feast for the ears and eyes, as he injects an immersive and prismatic experience right up into your brain. NED LANNAMANN


STARFUCKER, UNKNOWN MORTAL ORCHESTRA, WAMPIRE

(Branx, 320 SE 2nd) Starfucker (or STRFKR, and other variations) have become a household name in Portland and beyond. Anytime they play, it's a guaranteed party. Whether you've seen them 10 times or never before, you're bound to have a good time. Yet that doesn't discount how hardworking and remarkably talented they are as a band. They've found their niche creating this kind of ultra-current and unique pop music that happens to have mass appeal. We should all take pride in the fact that we can claim them on our roster of great music to come from Portland. They've been recording a new album out in Astoria, but they're back in town to play Branx, sharing a bill with buzz-scene accomplices Unknown Mortal Orchestra and Wampire. Sasquatch pre-func 2K12! ROCHELLE HUNTER

TYRANTS, TIMMY THE TERROR AND THE WINTER COATS, FLESH LAWN, DJ MATT SCAPHISM

(Tube, 18 NW 3rd) It's sad but true that few bands are as interesting to watch as they are to hear, but the local lads of Tyrants are a welcome exception. The drummer lurks as he beats the living shit out of a single snare, bringing an eerie syncopation to every song. The vocalist/guitar player often breaks the plane of the stage edge and creeps toward the audience, as he shreds menacingly and howls into the mic. The bass player paces with agitation as he coaxes thudding riffs, and recent addition Nate (of Rib Cages) gives hell to all six strings of his guitar. Appearances aside, Tyrants wreak sonic havoc with short blasts of songs that destroy conventional rock sounds from within. Rumor has it the band's first 7-inch is on the way, although the change in the lineup suggests new recordings should be made posthaste. MARANDA BISH



GREG LAKE

(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Emerson, Lake & Palmer are one of the most deservedly ragged-on bands of the 1970s. Their "golden period" epitomizes all three awful/hilarious stereotypical prog characteristics: the sciolism, the virtuosic meandering, and the insanely long song lengths. ELP took it one step further, however, by rearranging and recording Mussorgsky pieces for a deplorable live record that I'm sure played some part in Johnny Ramone picking up the guitar. Greg Lake, though? Well, he was always the only good one in the bunch, and when his angelic voice is front and center (like in classic-rock radio staple "Lucky Man" or his atheistic Christmas single "I Believe in Father Christmas"), all's right with the world. Let's pray there won't be any cameos tonight. MORGAN TROPER