DRAGGING AN OX THROUGH WATER, JAMONDRIA HARRIS AND SOLAR THROAT, SAINTS OF THE KNIFE, SEAN PIERCE SUMLER, DJ MIXED MESSAGES
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Read our article on Dragging an Ox Through Water.


ED AND THE RED REDS, THE DESERT KIND, HIP HATCHET
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Concept albums are a dime a dozen, but has anyone ever attempted the concept EP? Portland songwriter Ed Thanhouser might be the first. His terrific new record, in which he's joined once again by crackerjack backing band the Red Reds, is a mere six songs long, but depicts in full a story that came to Thanhouser while he snowshoed through Deschutes National Forest. He came upon a large clearing with a single tree in the center, more than three times larger than any of the surrounding trees, with a huge eagle's nest on top. Whoa. The Liar's Dream deals with metaphysics and out-of-body experiences, but you won't get bogged down in any heavy-handed plot devices, as the Red Reds excel at nimble, adventurous folk-rock backing—as evidenced so well in the group's excellent 2012 Lost Leader album. Billmates the Desert Kind also have a new album of winning, backwoods folk called Old Overhaul. NED LANNAMANN


THE DETROIT COBRAS, PUJOL, NO GOOD LOVERS
(Star Theater, 13 NW 6th) Daniel Pujol might have plucked his band's name from the Kip Winger Dollar Bin of Unimaginative Band Names, but Pujol's new album, Kludge, is a total fucking blast. Pujol's sugary glam and junky punk plays like the goofy neighborhood kid who comes over to babysit and lets you stay up all night watching Hardbodies and sucking down Lik-M-Aid. "Pitch Black" is a perfect pop gem with a measure of Ariel Pink weirdness alongside the boinging Big Star guitars, and album opener "Judas Booth" is a mini-symphony that heaves, sighs, then shoots uselessly, joyously at the stars. The Nashville band are ostensibly a garage act, but this is damaged pop that'll bother the shit out of leather-jacketed rock dudes. They open for the Detroit Cobras, the Motor City cover band that'll attract a fair share of said leather-jacketed rock dudes. Arrive early for this one—it'll be a showdown. NL


HELMS ALEE, KOWLOON WALLED CITY, GAYTHEIST, RABBITS
(East End, 203 SE Grand) The cannon-blast art-rock of Seattle trio Helms Alee should be enough to get your volume-loving head in the door, but when the bill is sweetened with the thundersludge of San Fran's Kowloon Walled City and two of Portland's best and heaviest—Gaytheist's honeybear metal and Rabbits' catastrophic noise—you know you can't stay home. There's no comfort for you there. NL