FOR THE LOVE OF JANICE: A MUSICAL CELEBRATION OF JANICE SCROGGINS
(Alberta Rose Theatre, 3000 NE Alberta) Beloved local pianist Janice Scroggins died last week of a heart attack at age 58, and reverberations of grief have echoed through the Portland music scene in the days since. Scroggins was a true virtuoso, adept at jazz, gospel, blues, and ragtime, but what rings just as purely as the notes she played during her lifetime is the legacy she left behind. To that end, a huge group of local musicians are assembling to play tonight's tribute show, with proceeds going to benefit Scroggins' family. The list of performers is far too long to reproduce here, but its vastness and stylistic breadth is a testament to the affection and esteem Scroggins engendered among her fellow players. NED LANNAMANN
MOUNT EERIE, TOM BLOOD
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Phil Elverum's quiet, plaintive voice is about as close to a physical embodiment of the Pacific Northwest as it's possible to get—someday he'll just evaporate into wisps of cloud. In the meantime, he continues to release dreamy, intimate albums as Mount Eerie. Fun fact: Elverum has a new book called Dust. Would you believe it's mostly lonely, lovely nature photographs? ALISON HALLETT Also see Up & Coming
(Lola's Room, 1332 W Burnside) Lunch's new 7-inch, Johnny Pineapple, makes me feel a little more secure about the state of real rock 'n' roll in Portland. (And I'm not talking about all of these poseur, transplant, Urban Outfitters-repping dorks who wear nice shoes and balk at half-stacks.) Its four songs—pulled from last year's 10-song Quinn Touched the Sun tape—are certified cuts, especially the ebullient, buzzsawing title track and the Lou Reed-ish closer, "Sex Beat." They even remind me a bit of another great, economical Portland rock band that also managed to cram four stellar songs onto a meager 7-inch record: Archers. May they rest in peace. MORGAN TROPER Also see My, What a Busy Week!
TEEPH, THE SIEGE FIRE, SÓL
(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) Chico, California, has no shortage of punishing metal outfits, what with heavy hitters like Armed for Apocalypse, Cold Blue Mountain, and Amarok. Teeph, however, are an altogether more virulent strain of savage. The experimental compositions found on their new LP, Solid Jobs, are down-tuned nuggets of grindcore sludge that make you furrow your brow within just a few seconds of tunes like "Marijuana Chaos." Vocalist/guitarist Sesar Sanchez (also of Cold Blue Mountain) does little to pacify his inner animal on tunes like the appropriately titled "Spirit Animal Planet," conjuring square-jawed riffs and controlled chaos that's inspired just as much by Deftones as Crowbar. Recommended listening for people who totally hate everything. RYAN J. PRADO