WEDNESDAY 11/16
DENZEL CURRY, BOOGIE, YOSHI THOMPKINS
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) Though he was only inducted into âthe classâ by XXL this past summer, Denzel Curry is far from a hip-hop freshman. Since garnering the interest of producer Spaceghostpurrp at the tender age of 16, Curry has been on the cusp of recent hip-hop trends. His style is distinct and unflinching; he raps staccato, with machine gun bars that are vastly different from the slow, drawling style popularized by his industry-appointed peers, 21 Savage and Lil Yachty. Curryâs timing and fast-paced delivery are technically impressive, and incite a sense of angry liberation. He could easily seem jaded, even at 21 years old, but instead sounds self-assured and hopeful. EMMA BURKE
SUBROSA, EIGHT BELLS, JAMAIS JAMAIS
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Read our story on Subrosa.
THE ORWELLS, DANTE ELEPHANTE
(Star Theater, 13 NW 6th) The Whoâs Roger Daltrey recently told Britainâs Sunday Times that rock music has âreached a dead end,â but the Orwells might disagree. Since emerging in 2012, the Illinois rock traditionalists have possessed all the qualities necessary for greatness, but have yet to overcome their own suburban sensibilities. (See the bandâs breakout single, âMallrats (La La La).â) Last month they released two new tracks from their forthcoming release, Terrible Human Beings: âBuddy,â a punchy nugget of proto-punk thatâs less Ty Segall and more Midwestern grit, and âThey Put a Body in the Bayou,â a swampy Eric Burdonesque stomper. It may be too soon to tell, but perhaps on Terrible Human Beings the Orwells will outgrow their current role as masterful imitators of rock ânâ rollâs finest moments. WILLIAM KENNEDY
THURSDAY 11/17
MY BODY, SMALL SKIES, SMALL MILLION
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Itâs been a good year for electronic pop in Portland, and tonightâs lineup is proof. This year Small Million released a stellar debut EP, Before the Fall. Producer Benjamin Tyler, who releases music under the moniker Small Skies, is also gearing up to unleash a new record after lending his magic to local projects like Gold Casio and Explode into Colors. 2016 saw My Body return to Portland after years spent living in Brooklyn, and theyâve got a shiny new EP, Seven Wives, thatâll drop in Januaryâtonightâs show celebrates the release of the synth duoâs single âMood.â âBlowoutâ is the EPâs lead single; the track starts simple, showcasing producer Jordan Bagnallâs elastic voice. âBlowoutâ builds subtly with playful harmonies that feel sexy and fun as Bagnall croons, âI just want to make the kind of beats to make you move.â Donât worry, they do. JENI WREN STOTTRUP
OM, DANIEL HIGGS
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Any stoner metal nerd can tell you that when Sleepâarguably the genreâs most important bandâsplit up in the mid-â90s, guitarist Matt Pike went on to embrace his ear-shattering physicality with High on Fire, while the rhythm section re-emerged as OM. In this configuration, the group has expanded on the powerfully cyclical oneness that made them legends: Al Cisnerosâ paralyzing bass/vocal mantras and the methodical polyrhythms of drummer Chris Hakius were left bare in OMâs stark minimalism, while faithful fanatics drowned in a tsunami of hypnotically low frequencies. Sleep has since reformed to glorious acclaim, but Cisneros never stops cathartically chanting OMâs dark missives to the burgeoning legions. These days Emil Amos of Grails has taken over drum duties, while avant-garde soundscapist Robert Lowe augments the Valhallian rumble, lifting Cisnerosâ blackened sĂ©ance to the stratosphere. CHRIS SUTTON
FRIDAY 11/18
THE WAY UP: AFRO/CARIBBEAN DANCE PARTY W/DJ FREAKY OUTTY, DJ SOLO
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) You can find DJ Solo (originally from Accra, Ghana) burning up dance floors at first Thursdays at Fifth Avenue Lounge and first Saturdays at Local Lounge with his signature blend of current and throwback dancehall, hip-hop, Afrobeat, and Top 40 remixes. His nights bring in a diverse crowd looking to get sweaty and stretch out their hips dancing to globally minded pop music with a tropical feel. For The Way Up Afro/Caribbean Dance Party heâs teaming up with veteran DJ Freaky Outty, whoâs behind events like SNAP!, Body Party, and 50: A Possible History of Dance Music. With their combined reservoirs of heaters, the duo will bring a worldly perspective to Holoceneâs lineup with a spirited mix of dancehall, soca, Afrobeat, reggae, reggaeton, and all manner of international club music. Itâll be a polyrhythmic and Caribbean-tinged departure, so come prepared to give up those gray days for a moment and add some sunshine to your night. DANIELA SERNA
LUPE FIASCO, THE BOY ILLINOIS, RXMN
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Over the years Chicago-based Lupe Fiasco has given us some catchy-ass hits with a powerful message. Call me corny but I really enjoy that âOld School Loveâ collab with Ed Sheeran, and 2011âs âShow Goes Onâ still feels relevant as ever. The Crystalâs bouncy floor caved in at the Rae Sremmurd show last week, but hereâs hoping someone comes out and fixes that bitch in time. JENNI MOORE
SLEIGH BELLS, THE REGRETTES
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) Musiciansâ use of overt femininity in pop is an unexpectedly effective tool for battling misogyny. Pop music is closely linked to girl-ness; itâs historically been used to manipulate young women into submitting to capitalism by demeaning their interest in the genre and labeling it cute and kitschy, which undermines its value as art. Sleigh Bells wields this ownership of femininity with strength, taking the core, recognizable components of pop and then warping them with noise and screams. Lead singer Alexis Kraussâ vocals tie up each track with a pretty pink bow, evoking Grimes and Britney Spears while also conveying guttural states of anguish. The bandâs newest single gives Krauss room to expand on her conventionally impressive range, but in doing so loses much of the avant-garde appeal that hooked listeners six years ago. EMMA BURKE
MICHAEL HURLEY AND THE CROAKERS
(LaurelThirst Public House, 2958 NE Glisan) Read our story on Michael Hurley.
AGENT ORANGE, THE ATOM AGE
(Danteâs, 350 W Burnside) In recent years, many seminal punk and hardcore bands from the early â80s have felt impelled to âreunite,â often with only one original member. Southern Californiaâs Agent Orange is no different. The band, led by Mike Palm on vocals and guitar, released its debut, Living in Darkness, in 1981, featuring the now-classic punk anthem âBloodstains.â As the first punk band to incorporate surf-rock elements, Agent Orange showed promise in what was a very large and fertile field of California punk. But multiple lineup changes and a dearth of recorded output consigned the band to compilation discs and video game soundtracks, while its last full-length album, 1996âs Virtually Indestructible, was virtually indistinguishable from most other â90s power-punk bands. Palm continues to lead Agent Orange, but thereâs no denying the groupâs limited appeal as a nostalgia act for aging punks just waiting for the opportunity to sing along to âBloodstainsâ one more time. SANTI ELIJAH HOLLEY
SALES, TANGERINE, CALM CANDY
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) SALES has built steady buzz over the last couple of years with a series of small lo-fi releases, culminating in this yearâs self-titled and self-released debut full-length. Lauren Morgan and Jordan Shihâs stripped-down arrangements layer drum loops and ambient electronics beneath the sort of restrained electric guitar work that would otherwise place them alongside bedroom-auteur peers like Frankie Cosmos and R.L. Kelly. The effect is endearing, if somewhat precious, but the Orlando laptop-pop duo manages to toe that line with assurance: Song titles like âPope Is a Rockstarâ and âSorry Broâ suggest a band willing to embrace the goofy awkwardness of their aesthetic, and thereâs even a post-ironic shout-out track at the end of the record for anyone who somehow missed the preceding 40-odd self-aware minutes. Thereâs nothing forced; the shtick is as unassuming as Morganâs melodies, catchy if you let them sink in, and Shihâs beats, danceable if you feel like it. NATHAN TUCKER
SATURDAY 11/19
COCKEYE, MAGIC MANSION, CREATURE TO CREATURE
(Black Water Bar, 835 NE Broadway) Portlandâs Cockeye plays vicious, thrashing queercore punk that sounds like it could shatter glass. The duo released their four-track debut EP, Gold Star, at the beginning of 2016. Admission to tonightâs show is free with a sealed box of tampons or padsâall proceeds will be donated to the Bradley Angle womenâs shelter. CIARA DOLAN Read our story on Cockeye.
STEPHEN HOUGH, OREGON SYMPHONY
(Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, 1037 SW Broadway) He was an accomplished journalist, playwright, poet, pianist, editor, archaeologist, mathematician, lepidopterist, organist, astronomer, geologist, philosopher, and botanist in his day, but Camille Saint-SaĂ«ns will forever be known, first and foremost, as a classical composer. While on an Egyptian vacation in 1896, this polymathic Frenchman wrote his final piano concerto, creating a three-part, 30-minute soundscape of fascinating emotions and intriguing orchestral interplay. Itâs quite fitting that Stephen Hough (a modern-day Renaissance man in his own right) joins our hometown orchestra as soloist to perform this astounding concerto tonight through Monday. Fueled by his celebrated diet of fine dark chocolate and loose-leaf tea, the unrelenting Hough will rip through the workâs pyrotechnic finale to remind listeners that the piano is, without question, a percussion instrument. BRIAN HORAY
RAFFI
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) As a child, my younger sister listened to Raffi so goddamn much that âBaby Belugaâ is still burning in my ears. Overexposure drove me to maniacally create my own version, setting the Canadian Egyptian singer/songwriterâs lyrics to the melody of Dobie Grayâs rendition of âDrift Away.â It was one of the coolest things Iâve ever done, yet impressed no one, least of all my parents. Raffi is now coming to Portland, and both of his shows are sold outâlikely because he is a lovely and talented man who has dedicated his life to honoring children through goofy, playful music. If Gray (himself an iconic soul/R&B singer) hadnât passed away in 2011, Iâd still be dreaming of a Raffi-Gray co-headlining tour. CIARA DOLAN
TERRY MALTS, MARRIAGE AND CANCER
(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) Bands evolve in lots of different ways: Some find their home on the road, developing new strengths on stage. Others make big artistic changes from album to album. And then thereâs Terry Malts, the California punk trio thatâs been inching toward something cool for years. The trio made a splash in 2012 with its near-perfect full-length debut, Killing Time, a buzzy fusion of weirdo punk and new wave thatâs as lo-fi as it is catchy. Ever since, Terry Malts has been cleaning up its sound in tiny intervals, first working with a real producer and then recording in an actual studio. The bandâs third album, Lost at the Party, is its best-sounding yet, with nods to Beatles pop, R.E.M. jangle, and â60s soul. Not all of the punk rock scuzz has been scrubbed from Terry Maltsâ sound, but enough that the bandâs natural knack for perfect pop-rock shines through. BEN SALMON
OFF!, PLAGUE VENDOR, WORWS
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE CĂ©sar E. ChĂĄvez) Leave it to the old dudes in Off! to keep doing punk the right way. The SoCal supergroup, which formed in 2009 out of nowhere, keeps ripping across America and beyond, making barebones hardcore and playing as though time has stood still. These lifersâ breakneck songsâwhich usually clock in at under two minutesânod to their former bands (Redd Kross, Black Flag) and are a testament to the idea that if it ainât broke, donât fix it. Itâs no surprise that Plague Vendor would join Off! on the bill. Although the band takes a slightly more nuanced approach to punk rock, the results are equally potent. As with Off!, Plague Vendorâs songs rarely pass the two-minute mark, but they dynamically hit on garage rockâs unbridled rawness and the more ominous mood of new wave and post punk. With both bands firing off two-minute ragers, itâll be hard to catch your breath. MARK LORE
THE RANSOM, EXACERBATORS, JAGULA, SCOURGE OF IANS
(High Water Mark, 6800 NE MLK) The Ransom is the kind of Portland punk band that conjures the spit-in-your-eye tenets of Northwest rockâs past. The trio of bassist/vocalist Charley Nims, drummer Faith Davenport, and guitarist David Nelson has lurked in the shadows of local punk shows at haunts like the Vern, the Firkin Tavern, and the Ash Street Saloon, and theyâve been regular performers at the annual Centaurpalooza festival. Nims typifies the bandâs wily energy, spouting trashy punk epics full of rowdy hooks over Davenportâs four-on-the-floor drumming and Nelsonâs deft buzzsaw assaults. Under the pseudonym âMyrtle Tickner,â Nims was part of one of the last lineups of the legendary Portland hardcore crew Poison Idea, most notably on the bandâs 1990 LP Feel the Darkness. Last year the Ransom released Sell the Kids, which builds on a playful explosion of humorous punk on deliciously titled tunes like âPratfall,â the thrashy âEyeless on 82nd Avenue,â and its penultimate scorcher âThrow Garbage Everywhere.â RYAN J. PRADO
SUNDAY 11/20
FROM SMITHS TO SMITHEREENS: A TRIBUTE TO â80S COLLEGE ROCK: THE UPSIDEDOWN, THE GET AHEAD, JEREMY WILSON, THE REVERBERATIONS, & MORE
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) âCollege rockâ as a category of alternative music might seem like a misnomer in 2016âcampus stations these days are mainly shriveled appendages of the grandstanding blogosphere, more than happy to peddle acts who are already thoroughly establishedâbut in its â80s pre-internet heyday, college radio provided a real alternative to the barren mainstream airwaves (which is perhaps proof that an artistic countermovement can only be meaningful when the prevailing artistic culture is totally fucking vapid). Tonightâs two shows feature a handful of great and diverse Portland acts paying tribute to alternative rockâs forebears: heavyweights like the Smiths and the Smithereens (obviously), but hopefully also underrated icons of the era like the dBs, Letâs Active, and XTC. Tonightâs two shows are also benefits for p:ear, an organization that pledges to form relationships with homeless and transitional youth through art and education. MORGAN TROPER
BLACK SUNDAY: GIFTS AND RIFFS: NIGHTFELL, HUNGERS, SHRINE OF THE SERPENT
(Eagles Lodge F.O.E. #3256, 4904 SE Hawthorne) Thereâs nothing more terrible than Christmas music. Nothing. During the equally unbearable shopping season, this cheesy hokum is virtually inescapable. The wretched clangor of sleigh bells and holiday melodies is guaranteed to pipe into your helpless ears no matter what mall, shop, or restaurant you visit. If selling your soul to corporate consumerism while being force-fed musical âjoyâ is not your bag, then the second annual Black Sunday: Gifts and Riffs will probably fall in line with your âBah Humbug!â attitude. Peruse 30 vendorsâ worth of handmade goods while being leveled by local acts Shrine of the Serpent, Hungers, and Nightfell. Doom/death factions Shrine of the Serpent and Nightfell are the antithesis of cheer. Both bandsâ crawling pace and riffs give songs girth, and their dark, depressive vibes will serve to wash away the terrible feeling you get after hearing âJingle Bellsâ for the millionth freakinâ time. Shrine of the Serpent is fairly new on the scene, and Nightfell rarely offers up live performances, so seize the opportunity to get some âFrosty the Snowmanâ-free shopping done, and hear some tectonic plate-shifting tunes. ARIS HUNTER WALES
MNDSGN, SWARVY, SURVIVAL SKILLS, PHILIP GRASS
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Vocally delicate and rhythmically dense, LA producer Ringgo Ancheta creates tracks that go right to the brainâs pleasure center, feeding both id and ego with glowing soul radiation. Using the moniker Mndsgn and armed with dusty drum machines, endless caches of rubbery bass lines, and a shimmering chord palette, Ancheta probes for the meaning of life while easing sultry rhythms into your ears at caramel-like BPMs. Sensationalism aside, Mndsgnâs output is further evidence that Los Angeles is at the nexus of the new hip-hop/R&B avant-garde. Itâs no surprise that Stones Throw Records is nearby to shine a nurturing light on the vibrant local beat-making scene he sprouted from. On his newest LP, Body Wash, Mndsgnâs mastery of futuristic nostalgia and throbbing positivity is on full display, touched with just enough psychedelia to transport listeners to the grooviest of realms. CS
AAN, MINDEN, KELLI SCHAEFER
(Rontoms, 600 E Burnside) Aanâs 2014 debut Amor Ad Nauseum was a long time coming, released eight years after guitarist/vocalist Bud Wilson first started self-recording songs under the name after a previous bandâs demise. Not quite two years later, Aan is back with a follow-up, Dada Distractions, out this week on Party Damage Records. There are probably a number of reasons for the quick turnaround, but one thingâs for sure: Wilson has had no shortage of personal hardship to fuel his writing. In 2015 alone, the guy had two close friends die, a six-year relationship end, and some bandmates move on from Aan. On Dada Distractions, Wilsonâs songs soar and skitter with unconventional grace, a restless union of prickly pop-rock, weirdo rhythms, and psychic pain dipped in acid and left to sparkle in the sun. The results are beautiful and slightly disorienting. BS
MONDAY 11/21
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BJORK!
Youâve flung open doors to mysterious sonic realms that weâre still trying to wrap our noggins around. Thank you, Blessed Queen, for bestowing upon us so many bizarro, free-range art-pop gems. Weâre not sure what your lifeâs like in Iceland, but we imagine that you drive a swan to work in a recording studio made of rose quartz. CD
TUESDAY 11/22
SEU JORGE PRESENTS THE LIFE AQUATIC: A TRIBUTE TO DAVID BOWIE
(Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, 1037 SW Broadway) In Wes Andersonâs The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, Brazilian musician Seu Jorge played PelĂ© dos Santos, Team Zissouâs safety expert and nautical balladeer. Throughout the 2004 film, Jorge covers 15 David Bowie classics in Portuguese with just an acoustic guitar as accompaniment. Tonight heâs bringing these songs to Portland in tribute to the late Ziggy Stardust, who once praised Jorgeâs sweet and stunning adaptations. CIARA DOLAN Read our story on Seu Jorge.
DIVERS, BLOWOUT, OLD CITY, HONEY BUCKET
(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) As the Know wraps up its last days at the original NE Alberta location (never fear, the Portland punk dive will be opening the new location on NE Sandy in 2017), heart-on-sleeve rockers and kinda-sorta house band Divers will be gracing the old Know stage for one final time. If that werenât enough, the show is a benefit for a new local nonprofit, Not OK PDX, which aims to create a support network for survivors of domestic and sexual violence. Great cause, great music, great night. NED LANNAMANN
HELMS ALEE, THRONES, STĂLLER
(Lolaâs Room at the Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) If there are two things in life that are almost always better together, itâs metal and beer. Itâs a pairing even our parents toutedâyou just canât beat the heaviness of some seriously shredding riffs alongside the crispness of a cold one. So when the idea for the Blasphemous Collaboration Series bred itself out of the second Sabertooth Micro Fest earlier this year, salivating mouths began anxiously awaiting a taste of the foamy head of their favorite bandâs brew. With Seattle trio Helms Aleeâs September release Stillicide perfectly encapsulating all prototypical aspects of Pacific Northwest-nessâgrunge, alternative, and most importantly, metalâitâs a no-brainer as to why they were chosen as the basis for the premiere potion. Take a seat on one of the barâs thrones, have some Stoli for Stöller, and get âUntoxicatedâ on Helms Aleeâs ale. CERVANTE POPE