(Angelo's, 4620 SE Hawthorne) Everyone's home for T-Day, so the Mean Jeans are hosting a post-Thanksgiving punk party 'til you puke! The Eagles Lodge got a little skittish when Scavenger Cunt was added to the bill, so this party moved a couple blocks down to eternal dive Angelo's. Punk rock, beer, out-of-town friends—this sounds like a goddamn holiday done right. NED LANNAMANN

(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) The chance to see one of the world's greatest songwriters in a teeny-tiny dive bar doesn't come along very often, so don't miss the legendary Jonathan Richman when he returns to the Know for a three-night stand (Saturday through Monday). Only 40 tickets will be sold at the door each night, so line on up! NL

(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) As 2012 winds down and the familiar wave of anxiety surrounding year-end lists sets in, I see that Court the Storm, Y la Bamba's second LP, has stood me through the entirety of 2012. Luz Mendoza, an unrestrained dynamo of a singer, still sends shivers up my spine; the mariachi-tinged pop, the lavish orchestrations, and the harmonies of Mendoza's many male bandmates continue to thrill me. Earlier this year, the Alialujah Choir made their debut with another spine-tingler. The product of three ultra-earnest folk-rock veterans—Adam Shearer and Alia Farah of Weinland, and Adam Selzer of Norfolk and Western—this choir combines harmonies and quiet acoustic intricacies that you must have earphones on to truly appreciate. Shy Girls are the wildcard in this lineup. Decidedly not folk, their sexy electronic jams may not be appreciated by quite the same fanbase, though they certainly deserve to be. REBECCA WILSON

(East End, 203 SE Grand) At first, Wooden Indian Burial Ground might sound like a slew of psych rock bands that you've heard before. Expansive guitar riffs shriek with distortion, yelps and screams punctuate mumbled vocals, drums make your body shake to their beat. It only takes a few songs to realize that WIBG takes the genre and makes art from it. Their new self-titled album stems from synth-infused garage roots and spirals out into deep, cavernous places. Just when you think you're going to get lost in a tripped-out guitar riff, they reel you back in with a bang and remind you that this isn't just some happenstance jam. While frontman Justin Fowler has been making music under this moniker since 2007, WIBG are finally getting some cross-country recognition, most notably at CMJ this past September. Their precision and talent is something we can't let go unheard, now that we know it's there. RACHEL MILBAUER

(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) Along with This Is Spinal Tap, Metalocalypse shares the distinction of satirizing a relatively esoteric subject (metal and its entire aesthetic) while still being accessible to those who might not understand all of the references. Aside from being one of the funniest shows of the last decade, Metalocalypse has provided us with arguably the best made-for-TV band since the Partridge Family: the fictitious Dethklok, a GWAR-meets-Banana Splits metal ensemble comprised of five individuals who fucking rock but display a borderline autistic ineptitude toward functioning in everyday life—the resultant scenarios are always brilliant. Surprisingly, the music often is, too. While the "band" certainly doesn't eschew comic ridiculousness (the first track on their newest LP, Dethalbum III, is entitled "I Ejaculate Fire," for example), this could not accurately be classified as comedy music—it's too convincingly similar to what it's parodying. MORGAN TROPER

(Tonic Lounge, 3100 NE Sandy) At the beginning of October, local photographer, musician, screenprinter, and jack-of-all-trades Sean Claughton fell down an elevator shaft in the Industrial Southeast building where he kept his studio, and broke his foot, arm, and back. As you might imagine, his hospital bills aren't cheap. Tonight's show will help to put a small dent in them, which is why it's vitally important for you to help out. Aside from the crucial assistance to helping a great guy get well soon, there'll be a bevy of equally great local bands—including the magnificent Old Junior and the rampaging Gaytheist—to deposit rock into your earholes. And local vendors, from the B Side Tavern to PBR to Le Pigeon, are offering a ton of items for a raffle as well. It's only seven bucks, and the cause can't be beat. NL

(Alberta Rose Theatre, 3000 NE Alberta) The Last Waltz is considered one of the greatest concert documentaries of all time, and whether or not you are a fan of the Band, it was undoubtedly a monumental musical event, with guest appearances from Neil Young, Muddy Waters, Joni Mitchell, and more. The original performance took place on Thanksgiving Day in 1976, and it will be recreated for the second year in a row over two nights by some of Portland's own rock stars, including Kevin and Anita Robinson (Viva Voce, Blue Giant), Jenny Conlee-Drizos (the Decemberists, Black Prairie), and Calico Rose (AgesandAges, Black Prairie). The night is a benefit for Oregon Food Bank and the Jeremy Wilson Foundation, which is dedicated to helping uninsured and underinsured musicians in the Northwest. With Levon Helm's passing in April, it seems even more important to keep musical collaborations like these alive. So, since you have finished stuffing yourself silly, bring some cans to donate and rediscover why every all-star concert since 1976 has ended with "I Shall Be Released." RM

(Hollywood Theatre, 4122 NE Sandy) After blowing the roof off of Park Avenue—central Florida's hottest nightclub!—the one, the only Dragon Sound brings a new dimension to rock 'n' roll! With not one, but two lava-hot singles, the handsome boys (and sassy girl!) of Dragon Sound promise to rock Portland with their exhilarating blend of panty-melting synths, bone-shaking electronic drums, and feel-good lyrics—like in their number-one fan favorite, "Friends"! ("Friends through eternity/loyalty, honesty/we'll stick together through thick or thin/friends forever we'll be together/we're on top/'cause we play to win!") But that's not all—as their explosive smash single "Against the Ninja" suggests, the members of Dragon Sound—all of whom are, incredibly, orphans, and all of whom are also roommates—are also black belts in tae kwon do, and they use their powers to keep Miami safe from its roving bands of motorcycle-riding, cocaine-dealing ninjas. In other words? The phenomenal, deadly Dragon Sound is your new favorite band—unless you're a cocaine-dealing ninja! (And if that's the case... watch out!) SKIPPY "SKIPPER" RAMIREZ, THE MERCURY'S SPECIAL (AND SELDOM USED) MIAMI CORRESPONDENT Read more about Dragon Sound.