THURSDAY 9/12

MESH, SHARON CHESLOW & COTERIE EXCHANGE, D. YELLOW SWANS, SLEETMUTE
(Fast Forward, 6616 NE MLK) That Sharon Cheslow is gracing us for the first time since her band Electrolettes came through in '97 is SO exciting! First known as a member of Chalk Circle, the first all-girl punk band in DC, Cheslow has built a pretty amazing, supportive legacy over the years--by playing in several bands, starting an experimental record label (Decomposition) and zine (Interobang!), and compiling an imperative, comprehensive list of women in punk from 1975-1980. With Coterie Exchange (starring Miya Zane Osaki from Tiny Bird Mouths and Theteethe), Cheslow will further her experimentation with sound collage and out music, which she's been exploring since graduating from Mills College (the old home of Blectum from Blechdom). You have to go. Also, with the really powerful Sleetmute, Dubby? Yellow Swans, and Mesh (featuring members of Church Steps and Nam). JULIANNE SHEPHERD

FAMILY BUTCHER, PORTRAIT OF POVERTY, LOPEZ, MORSECODE HEARTBEAT
(Satyricon) If you couldn't see June's sold-out Queens of the Stone Age show, here is some sort of consolation. The ex-drummer of Queens and Kyuss is playing a show with his new band, Family Butcher. KATIE SHIMER

BATTERY
(Aladdin) See Music pg 17

THE MAKERS, THE BANGS, EX-HUSTLERS, THE OLD HAUNTS
(Blackbird) The Bangs' new EP, Call and Response, is tough as shit, riffing on the same punk rock guitar solo action as their last record, but with way, way more screams and singalong choruses. It is notable that vocally, there are some serious Bikini Kill moments on the record--a new development on the title track and a couple others--but maybe that just means they sound more urgent and vital than ever (which is true). Bangs have always been good about working with Cheap Trick-y rockisms, without humping the fast-played garage train. Um, and... have you heard Sarah Utter's riffs? Holy christ. Somebody call the health department, cause this shit is raw. With the O.G.s of fancy lads, The Makers. JS

DEAD MOON, OBLIVION SEEKERS, MUDDY RIVER NIGHTMARE BAND
(Ash) When I first saw Dead Moon, I thought they sucked. It took a while to catch the finer points of Fred, the shrieking voice of haunted insanity; Toody, the stalwart anchoring force of salvation; and Andrew, the "Joe Punchclock" of workmanlike dependability. So basically, go see them. The Muddy River Nightmare Band is a thing of which no man nor beast should speak lightly. The horror. One minute they're spooky in a '50s sci-fi way; the next minute they're barrel-assing through your hastily-assembled roadblocks with, "Come on girl and back that big rig up, my love's as big as a diesel truck." ROLAND COUTURE


EYEDEA & ABILITIES, ONRY OZZBORN, SLEEP, LIBRETTO, PALE & SNAFU, CHAZZ ROKK
(Roseland) Along with a shitload of great Oldominion emcees (some of whom you can also see on Tuesday at Fez, if you should so desire) it's Eyedea & Abilities, a DJ/MC duo who come from Minneapolis' Rhymesayers collective. On Firstborn, their first record, Eyedea opens with the line "I'll be writing 'till I'm dead, or maybe 'till I'm alive/all the emptiness I've bled has only helped me survive." Like Oldominion, E&A often stay on the deep, serious notes, rhyming about shellshocked Vietnam vets, depression, and "paradigms" (as in, name-dropping Plato) over introspective production. Live, though, they come off way more kooky--Eyedea has the poise (and fresh battles) of a comedian, and Abilities DESTROYS on a couple of turntables. JS


FRIDAY 9/13

LAUREL CANYON, PEACE HARBOR, M COOPER
(PS What?) Each time I see Portland's Laurel Canyon, it's always shocking to me how frigging good they really are. Their incredible dynamics are never predictable (there's a certain, very unannoying element of freedom to their violin and drums, in particular), the melodies always seem wholly unique and emotive, and they can do silence without getting boring. So much precise, instrumental beauty should not go unnoticed. Also, Peace Harbor, and M Cooper will be scoring to an original animated film. How can you beat that? JS

STRATEGY, E*ROCK
(Madame Butterfly) Local electronic impresario E*Rock joins Strategy in his second show this month! At Strategy's last show, his funkified, electro beat-jamming kept the crowd bumping (or would have, if the entire crowd hadn't been stoned). We hear that's a little diversion from the more ambient, creative stuff he'd been doing in his non-show-playing time, but that's fine with us--wacked-out, funny, hard-techy stuff is always great for dancing, and Strategy makes the party super fun. JS

LIVEWIRE
(Conan's) In case you never got to witness the sheer brilliance of Motley Crüe, here's your chance. Not only does Livewire, the Motley Crüe tribute band, sound exactly like them, but in the right lighting with your eyes slightly blurred from cigarette smoke or drunkenness, they look pretty damn close to the Crüe. Just be careful not to get too excited and think about getting backstage after the show to get busy with Mick Mars or Tommy Lee, because you might be disappointed when you realize their names are actually Chuck and Steve. CHRIS REID

MARK DRESSER, DENMAN MARONEY
(Community Music Center, 3350 SE Francis) This show is full of exciting potential: from NYC, world-renowned contrabassist Mark Dresser, who's worked with John Zorn, Ikue Mori, and Anthony Braxton, among others, joins hyperpiano partner Denman Maroney. With a repertoire of jazz and classical (as if the two are separate these days), and an acute interest in whimsy as a tool for composition (Maroney's hyperpiano methods include bowing and striking the piano strings with various inanimate objects, such as knives, plastics, bells, bowls, potato mashers), the duo's great score for the film The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari was both innovative and listenable. When those two elements mesh, you've got yourself a winner. JS

SOLEDAD BROTHERS, FIREBALLS OF FREEDOM, THE HUNCHES, ELECTRIC EYE
(Blackbird) With all the hype surrounding the Detroit music scene lately, it's a miracle that the Soledad Brothers haven't seen too much press yet, even with a Jack White collaboration on one of their seven-inch records. While they play a trashed-out blues rock sound that can be compared to the White Stripes, it also has a very distinct difference: The Soledad Brothers play it noisy, sloppy, and way more primitive. While on the subject of primitive and noisy, make sure you get to the show early to catch some of Portland's finest rock 'n' roll bands including Fireballs of Freedom, the Hunches, and the Electric Eye. JOEL JETT

THIRD MAN OUT, SWANK, CASUAL INDIFFERENCE, THE DISKORDS, FROWNING STARS
(Meow Meow) Go see these young, high school-age bands. Not for the novelty, not for the "principle." Maybe for curiosity's sake... but mostly, because some of them can already kick your band's ass, you decrepit old alcoholic! Hank Thoreau said: "Age is no better, hardly so well, qualified for an instructor as youth, for it has not profited so much as it has lost." These kids still have their energy and optimism (not to mention their brain cells and livers). And goddamn if that doesn't make up for a lack of experience sometimes. In fact, a couple of these bands can do the Ramones/Stooges/Heartbreakers better than some of us who've been around longer. That makes me nervous. RC


SATURDAY 9/14

TWO FOOSTABLES AND A MICROPHONE
(3749 SE Madison, 2 pm) Summer is quite obviously not over, because here comes another round of "Two Foostables and a Microphone"--organized by local folk who like to drink, eat, make new friends, and spend a lot of time playing with each other in the basement. Champions from June's tourney will defend their titles and fresh new champions (maybe you!!) will be crowned. Ahh, Portland, the land of inane opportunity. Bring booze, food, and a pair of comfortable sneakers, because once you're sauced enough you'll definitely want dance to DJs Tant, Johnne, and KD1, or spaz around to the math-jam of local band Laserhawk. KS

THE HUNCHES, FLYING DUTCHMEN, ELECTRIC EYE, THE UNITS
(Jasmine Tree) It's tough to go outside these days without stepping on some nu-garage band, so it's refreshing to see The Hunches back up their retro fashion with great songs and all the right moves. There's the baby-faced guitar player who peals squeals left and right while duck-walking and reviving the ghosts of bluesmen 50 years dead. The rhythm section is a one-two punch of a female bass player and complimentary nerdy drummer boy. And then there's the brooding frontman who spends the whole damn time screaming at the top of his lungs with his eyes rolled back, invoking demons and threatening to fall right off the stage. NATHAN CARSON

HARDSHIP, BLACKBELT RETARDS
(Beulahland) Looking for coked-out, rather than caffeinated punk? Right here, my friend. KS

HEAVY METAL KARAOKE
(Billy Ray's) While this sounds like the best karaoke ever--because we will not have to listen to yuppies do duets of "Endless Love," or the high-pitched, fade-in-and-out voices of sorority girls doing "Son of a Preacher Man"--I will say this. Much worse than the previously mentioned karaoke offenses is the serious performance of Tool in karaoke. Make this mistake at Chopsticks, but please, don't make it here. KS

GIRLS AGAINST BOYS, RADIO 4, NO. 2
(Blackbird) Radio 4 will make you pee with their dancey, punky guitar, rhythms, and bongo drums. Plus, they're actually saying something. JS See Music pg 17

VISITATIONS, THE LATE B.P. HELIUM, ROSS & THE HELLPETS
(Tennessee Red's) Hey Elephant 6 fanatics: this show's got Athens connex up the wazoo. Starting with Portland's Ross & the Hellpets (who is known to have played with Neutral Milk Hotel on occasion), through The Late B.P. Helium (ex bassist for Elf Power) and Visitations (the band of ex-Fable Factory's Dave Rathgaber), which is apparently creepy and non-Elephant 6-like--a wise respite from loads of psych-pop. It'll be interesting to see what turns up. JS


SUNDAY 9/15

INTERPOL, JIM YOSHII PILEUP
(Blackbird)See Music pg 15

SLAYER, SOULFLY, IN FLAMES
(Roseland) I used to be in love with a guy who would animatedly make the devil horns metal hand and say, "Slay-er!" anytime he thought anything was cool. Then I started doing it, and my friends kept looking at me really weird, so I stopped. KS

THANKSGIVING CD RELEASE, SEAN CROGHAN, GLACIER PARK, A JOHN HENRY MEMORIAL
(Meow Meow) This is the CD release party for Thanksgiving, band of 16-year-old local music/art wunderkind Adrian Orange (whose first show was rumored to have been at the tender age of 11). The CD in question, called We Could Be Each Other's Evidence, is an emotional one, in which the vocals are sweet and urgent, and the guitars correspond appropriately. KD


MONDAY 9/16

DENALI, THE VELVET TEEN
(Blackbird) It must be tiresome to be compared to Radiohead all the time, so this brief word should begin with an apology to the members of the Velvet Teen, a Northern California trio whose LP, Out of the Fierce Parade, is a swooning, soaring triumph of emotional indie pop. Now then, they also sound like Radiohead (side two of OK Computer-vintage), and when I say that, I don't mean they are one of those bands that sounds like they're trying to rip off Radiohead (Coldplay, Travis) without doing the hard work. What I mean is that they sound inspired, sad, fearless, and utterly lovely, and should not be missed. (Nor should Denali.) SEAN NELSON

GUSGUS, BALLIGOMINGO
(Dante's) On their third full-length album, Icelandic artistic collective gusgus have created an icy soundtrack for stylish chill-out sessions. Unlike their previous records, which used more understated beats and rhythms to slink around the dance floor, Attention places its techno pretensions up front, thickening the cheese on the synth beats in places (to complement lines like, "I still have last night in my body"), and adding effects-laden guitar riffs in others. JENNIFER MAERZ

ULTIMATE FAKEBOOK, LONG WINTERS, VISCOUS KISSES
(Meow Meow) Think back to late in the last decade and you'll remember a sad time when the band Weezer was no more. It's hard to imagine no Weezer as a bad thing--especially now when that they are gallivanting as legit rock stars and hanging out in videos with The Muppets--but at the time it was sad. Pinkerton had been released to less than stellar sales and the band disappeared into the abyss, only to rarely surface for a lackluster movie soundtrack or in bizarre internet rumors. What made that time frame even more pathetic was the rise of the second-rate Weezer knock-off bands; this is where Ultimate Fakebook comes in. Ultimate Fakebook's existence is solely based on the idea that the world needed another Weezer, the gap was wide open and they were ready to fill it. Of course, that's utter bullshit (and judging from the past two Weezer records, things like this were best left alone). CARMELO MARTINEZ

TUESDAY 9/17"POVERTY AND SHAME TOUR" KICKOFF: MONITRBATS, GROWING, DISPLAY, BXTE MARKS
(Fast Forward) Tonight, help send the brainacal sax-monster skree of Monitrbats to their doom: a tour of the West Coast, in which hordes of latchkey children shall cheer at every bit of their demise. What does not kill us, makes us stronger; as such, we can celebrate the calcifying of our constitution with Everett, Washington's Display, a disco-y take on melodic guitars, and a band newly relocated to Portland, Bxte Marks (rumored to sound "very '80s"). You will go if you know what's good for you. JS

SOLE, ONRY OZZBORN, LIBRETTO
(Fez) Sole, one of the many emcees in Oakland's Anticon Collective, raps dramatically and articulately--but I'm more excited about Onry Ozzborn, who's from the Oldominion crew, and whose recordings reference a lot of Outkast. The vocals are so tight with the music, it's hard to believe they're not a machine. Libretto is another up-and-coming act, of the local crew Misfit Massive, and this dude has a voice that is full and mellow and exciting. They're all releasing records on One-Stop, which is the hiphop imprint of local dub label BSI. KD

STEVE MCDONALD GROUP, ANNA WARONKER
(Blackbird) Having spent many years adoring Anna Waronker's super pop group That Dog (including one regrettable experience in 1994 in which I barfed on or near her shoe--a black Converse One-Star), I must admit that I was never sure if Ms. Waronker was the most talented lady in the band. After all, violinist Petra Haden put out an incredible a capella record (and an impressive collaboration with Miss Murgatroid), and drummer Tony Maxwell went on to compose movie scores. However, Ms. Waronker's first solo record, on the label she started with the Go-Gos' Charlotte Caffey, proves exactly where her talent always lay: the hooks. While there is the unfortunate issue of Waronker's inexplicable, Janet Jackson-style nudity on the cover of her record (is it an L.A. thing?) the record itself is filled with the catchiest melodies, her trademark precocious lyrics, and fuzzy-sweet guitar. Fans of That Dog won't be disappointed--and neither will fans of Redd Kross, whose co-founder (Steve McDonald, Waronker's husband) headlines. JS


WEDNESDAY 9/18

THE JOGGERS, RECALL SEVEN, LAND CAMERA
(Berbati's) If you thought the Joggers couldn't get more maniacal in their four-part harmonies, or more enthusiastic in their smart, guitar-based pop music, check it out: at recent shows, their totally original, lunatic rock has been amping up all nuclear on the spazz factor, to the point where they look like they're about to bust open an artery, or like they're a sorta bloodthirsty glee club. Check it out, 'cause they're a joy to see, and certainly one of Portland's best bands. JS

ALOHA, THE FORTH
(Blackbird) Aloha seem to entertain the delusional fantasy that they are the first rock band ever to incorporate a vibraphone. While I am willing to commend them for their dedication in lugging that cumbersome instrument around the country in a touring van, what's really worth mentioning about this Cleveland quartet is that they manage to use a vibraphone without sending me into a coma of recovered Mr. Rogers memories. Aloha's sophomore record, Sugar (Polyvinyl), snatches the best blooms of Midwest emo (think a less pop-happy Promise Ring) and presses them between the pages of Tortoise's expansive instrumentals: The result is a blend of Chicago-style post-rock that balances angularity and smoothness, abandon, and restraint. TIZZY ASHER

SIXER
(Satyricon) Spawn of the much-loved band Ann Beretta (featuring guitarist/vocalist Leer Baker and guitarist Chris Rupp), Sixer's driving sound is well executed, caffeinated (but not coked-out) punk. Their singer sounds a lot like the guy from Jawbreaker, but fakes a British accent every once in awhile (they're from Virginia), which is dorky. If you want some good punk rock with your crappy beer, this is a safe bet. KS


New Releases Sept 17:
Casino vs. Japan, Dead Meadow, The Distraction, Simon Fisher Turner, Gogol Bordello, Isis*, Ladytron, Doug Martsch, Matt Skiba/Kevin Seconds, Xzibit
*=will light your hot fucking jets