STONEBURNER, MURMURS, DRUNK DAD, SNAKES, RECESSIONS
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THE NIGHT BEATS, BLACK PISTOL FIRE
(Dante's, 350 W Burnside) Seattle's Night Beats play black-velvet psychedelic soul, sure to shake your hips as it expands your mind. On the heels of their latest album, the groovy Sonic Bloom, they'll kick off your weekend with an acid-dipped go-go dance party. NED LANNAMANN


SARAH JAROSZ, ALAMEDA
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) The recently revived Nickel Creek somehow still feels like a trio of fresh-faced newgrassers even though they've been around for more than two decades. And their music still feels vital, something that will increase in the coming years as a wave of artists influenced by the band rolls in. At the crest of that wave is Sarah Jarosz, a 22-year-old Texan whose formative years coincided with Nickel Creek's early-'00s peak. Jarosz is a multi-instrumentalist, a gifted songwriter, and a breathtaking singer, and her newest album, 2013's Build Me Up from Bones, has an inquisitive, omnivorous vibe; it's the sound of a virtuoso, having conquered technique, searching for something new to feed her artistic appetite. Jarosz's take on progressive acoustic music is more elegant and less plucky than Nickel Creek's, and she pairs it with a steady, overcast voice that recalls Gillian Welch. If that ain't a winning combo, I don't know what is. BEN SALMON


DEVIN THE DUDE, BERNER, POTLUCK, COOL NUTZ, J HORNAY, BLAZE 1, JEFF TURNER
(Peter's Room at the Roseland, 8 NW 6th) Whether Portland has a hiphop problem or not, Houston's Devin the Dude hasn't judged. Shit, other than his current tourmate Cool Nutz, it'd be hard to find a rapper who's performed here more. Perhaps that's hyperbole, but this isn't: Devin the Dude has kept Grumptown on his radar for a long time and delivered repeatedly, his smoked-out shows bumping smoothly like Cadillac trunks on a Saturday. Which brings me to this hopefully over-cautious conundrum: What has the Roseland learned in the last few months? We all remember what happened to Action Bronson when he smoked onstage there (it got heated). Devin the Dude's shows are as weed-filled as any, so let's hope cooler heads prevail. Because I'm doing my best to appreciate the Roseland—and its ground-floor stage, Peter's Room—as the preeminent home for out-of-town rappers visiting Portland. Let's hope they don't take it for granted. Certainly, after all this time, Devin deserves our best. ANDREW R TONRY


TYVEK, FIREBALLS OF FREEDOM, HOODED HAGS
(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) Detroit-based garage-punk band Tyvek takes its name from the brand of housewrap used to waterproof buildings. It seems fitting, as Tyvek (the band) has certainly managed to weather storms over the years. Consisting of singer/guitarist Kevin Boyer and a rotating lineup, the band has developed their unique take on noise-punk for nearly a decade. The group's adrenaline-fueled early 7-inches were collected on Fast Metabolism by Portland label M'Lady's Records, and compilation closer "Honda" perfectly showcases Tyvek's endearingly spastic beginnings. The slightly more polished studio records that followed saw the band shift gears. Nothing Fits taps into the paranoid, pissed-off sounds of early hardcore, and 2012's On Triple Beams builds upon that foundation. That album's centerpiece, the anthemic "Wayne County Roads" is an engaging call-to-arms that could have been ripped right out of Springsteen's playbook, had the Boss come up in Detroit's suburbs instead of Jersey's. CHIPP TERWILLIGER