PIERCED ARROWS, THE SUICIDE NOTES
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) Featuring members of legendary Portland band Dead Moon, Pierced Arrows are a tour de force and represent some of the bedrock that the local music scene was founded on. If you've never seen either act, don't be surprised if someone revokes your citizenship. MARJORIE SKINNER


THE SUPERSUCKERS, BURN THE STAGE
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) The Supersuckers, and their mustachioed, perma-smirked frontman Eddie Spaghetti, have been proclaiming themselves the "greatest rock 'n' roll band in the world" for years now. Whether or not the claim holds true is up for debate (and should be debated, because this is America). But just making such a bold proclamation is pretty fucking rock 'n' roll. And the band's been at it for years, a modern-day AC/DC where every song is essentially "Shoot to Thrill" done over and over. Or in the Supersuckers' case, "Creepy Jackalope Eye." Hey, even these guys released a singles collection called The Songs All Sound the Same. Supersuckers shows are a good excuse to drink, flail, and forget about the grind of life. If that's not rock 'n' roll, I don't know what is. MARK LORE


LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY, M.A.R.C., HEARTS OF PLAID
(Foggy Notion, 3416 N Lombard) From first note, Little Lord Fauntleroy appeals immediately to the musical weirdo. Their debut recording, Sexual Exploits from a Gruesome Coffin, launches with raunchy saxophone riffs uncommon to garage rock, soon joined by sweltering synths, joyous syncopation, and an accented lyrical delivery reminiscent of Of Montreal's Kevin Barnes in both tone and provocatively bizarre subject matter. The project originated with a group of musicians who have been playing prolifically across Portland stages in recent years—in bands like Mattress and the Reservations—and seems predicated on a relentless inclination to experiment and revel in musical styles that band members find pleasing, despite unusual or unconventional combination or culminating effect. MARANDA BISH