(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Little Green Cars will inevitably earn some comparisons to bands like the Lumineers and Of Monsters and Men. The five Dublin 20-year-olds traffic in the same kind of gently rumpled, harmony-laden folk rock that has the potential to appeal to the masses and rankle the snobs. But there's something really exciting about Little Green Cars, something that deserves to grab the ears of those who consider themselves immune to the jaunty, Mumford-y strums of the mainstream. First of all, maybe it's because they're Irish, but Little Green Cars have a mournful, baleful quality to even their most uplifting tunes. And there's intelligence at work in the songwriting that suggests Arcade Fire potential. Lastly, there's no denying the genuine infectiousness of their sky-soaring male/female harmonies. Radio airplay, mass adulation, and headlining slots at Sasquatch! are bound to follow—so check 'em out now, before all your co-workers catch on. NED LANNAMANN

(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) Catching Brit rockers Spiritualized is a pretty neat trick, because it's really like seeing a bunch of bands for the price of one. Spacy ambience blends with thick rock mixes with well-worn favorites, so everyone should have a reason to grin. The band's still touring off last year's release, Sweet Heart Sweet Light, but it's so marvelous no one should care. DENIS C. THERIAULT

(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE César E. Chávez) As much as I did not care for Lucero's latest album, Women and Work (what happened to your voice, Ben Nichols!?), I still can't, in good conscience, suggest that anyone miss this show. I've seen the Tennessee-based band half a dozen times, perhaps more, and they are consistently fantastic, littering their sets with equal amounts of country-injected rock-'n'-roll numbers like "Sixteen" (with horns!) and somber, sure-to-put-a-tear-in-your-beer ballads like "Nights Like These" and "It Gets the Worst at Night." Chances are, most of the grievances I have about the new album—Nichols' voice is too polished, the songs get repetitive—won't apply to their live show anyway. MEGAN SELLING