RED BULL SOUND SELECT: BLITZEN TRAPPER, PONY VILLAGE, NOVOSTI
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Portland's in love with Blitzen Trapper. And with good reason—their brand of folksy rock 'n' roll has the delightful smell of Bridgetown all over it (is that a hint of coffee and oak with an undercurrent of woodsy funk?). They're playing a special cheapo show tonight for all their eclectic-music-lovin' fans, so get to RSVP-ing, skinflint. COURTNEY FERGUSON


PURE X, M. GEDDES GENGRAS
(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) Lovers of languid, liquid pop music, tonight's show is your wellspring—as a West Coast tour brings honeyed Austin psych-popsters Pure X and hippie-drippy LA synth specialist M. Geddes Gengras to town for an evening of mellow zonin'. Pure X's new album, Heaven, is its third, and it's a slow-motion fusion of '60s psych, '70s soul, and 21st-century detachment, like Beck's silliest falsetto-funk moments from Midnite Vultures covered at half-speed by Real Estate. Gengras, on the other hand, is probably best known for his dubby collaborations with Sun Araw and reggae legends the Congos, but on his own, he creates experimental electro/ambient tracks that unfurl slowly, allowing melodies to seep in and saturate the brain. His fine new album, Ishi, is out this week. Drink it in, friends. BEN SALMON


THE MEMORIES, THE LEMONS, MOPE GROOVES
(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) As soon as they returned from tour with White Fang, singer Rikky Gage and guitarist Kyle Handley hopped right back in the van to criss-cross America once again, this time as the Memories. Distinguish 'em like this: White Fang are the bigger, dumber, drunker older brother who likes raging with the bad boys. The Memories are the sweeter, stoned-er, chiller younger sibling more popular with the lovers. At the lake, White Fang are pounding beers on water skis while the Memories go skinny-dipping after dark. In the midst of all the touring, both groups have been recording in their new home of Los Angeles as part of the Burger Records fam. Peace, love, and bong hits, little bros—kiss the girls and make 'em high. ANDREW R TONRY