DAN DEACON, HEIGHT WITH FRIENDS, CHESTER ENDERSBY GWAZDA, ALAN RESNICK
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) Read our article on Dan Deacon.
SERENGETI, CARS & TRAINS, BIG PAUPER
(Berbati, 19 SW 2nd) Read our article on Cars & Trains.
ROBYN HITCHCOCK, YOUNG FRESH FELLOWS, PETER BUCK
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Seeing English eccentric Robyn Hitchcock would be reason enough to leave the house, but throw in Young Fresh Fellows and an opening set from REM's Peter Buck, who just released his Portland-recorded first solo album, and you've got the most illustrious bill in town. NED LANNAMANN
The combined history of the musicians on the marquee tonight forms a substantial piece of underground and overground rock goodness (yes, R.E.M.'s '80s catalog is still important and vital). Back when he led the Soft Boys, Robyn Hitchcock used to be the most convincing Syd Barrett disciple in the world. He later channeled that lucid lunacy into several solo albums and full-lengths with the Egyptians that combine surreal verbal acrobatics with acidic/pastoral, tuneful rocking and rolling—my favorite being Black Snake Diamond Röle; seriously, check "Acid Bird." Hitch may have mellowed over the years, but his knack for beautiful melodies and poignant, skewed lyrics remains strong. DAVE SEGAL
CONVERGE, TORCHE, KVERLERTAK, NAILS
(Branx, 320 SE 2nd) Before drowning in Converge's serious-as-fuck hardcore, it'll be nice to lighten the vibe with Torche's triumphant blast of buoyant rock. Their latest album, Harmonicraft, is one of the best of the year (with pretty great cover art, to boot). It sounds fresh and bright, while still being intensely heavy. It's a sonic sun lamp. The soaring guitar riffs and throbbing drums will permeate your brain and make endorphins rush through your system, lifting your mood 10 times above what any anti-depressant/Vitamin D/herbal-tea cocktail could ever do. This will be the record that helps you survive the winter. Get a head start on feeling good tonight—their songs are even more gloriously forceful live. MEGAN SELING Also read our article on Converge.
ANCIENT HEAT, ADVENTURE GALLEY, BÉISBOL, SEX LIFE DJS
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) I don't know what the critical divide is that separates a group of like-minded, similarly dressed people from a full-on cult, but Ancient Heat are toeing the line. Or at least they were when they numbered nine. Now that they're down to a more manageable seven, they still espouse the gospel of the discothÈque with amazing efficacy thanks to their jaw-dropping live shows. There has always been something a little wacky about disco that revival acts don't always capture. But Ancient Heat own their eccentricities like a sexualized Polyphonic Spree. Breanne Antonius' and Krista Wangner's vampy vocals float atop pulsating beats and synths and, of course, horns. Even with its silly chorus, their flagship track, "Oh... You Bad," is among the most dance-fueling songs I've ever heard. The swoon-worthy trumpet solo toward the end transcends any amount of dancehall gimmickry. REBECCA WILSON