THURSDAY 2/6

BOOKS ON TAPE, ROSE FOR BOHDAN, THIS TREE IS OLDER THAN YOU ARE, MINMAE, BRONWYN
(715 Club, 715 NE Broadway)
While most electronic music fanatics--i.e., the kinds of people who can tell you the difference between dubstep and breakstep--probably won't go apecrap over the tinkering, upbeat samples-and-sequencing of Books on Tape, there are plenty of people who will love their meandering melodies, unpretentious beats, and overall steez of whimsy. Those people include but are not limited to: fans of the Badger King/y.A.C.h.t, Fred Savage in that Nintendo movie, anyone who obsesses over the x-y axis, or those who enjoy dancing, Tipsy, and Kindereggs. Also, I'll bet they'd be big in Japan, as their layers of quirk include electronic rubber duckies, Rose for Bohdan, and Final Fantasy-isms--all over nice pop structures. JULIANNE SHEPHERD

PORTLAND RADIO AUTHORITY BENEFIT
(Blackbird, 3728 NE Sandy) See Mach 5 pg 12

THE PINE HILL HAINTS, BUCK DAGGER, JUANITAS FAMILY, CLAMPITT & GADDIS
(Berbati's, 231 SW Ankeny)
See Music pg 17

FRIDAY 2/7

STORM & THE BALLS, DAHLIA, EASY TIGER
(Berbati's)
Storm and her balls have burst the confines of Dante's, as though it ever could have contained such a robust Valkyrie for very long. Overheard at one of her performances, muttered in half-whisper by a floored young man: "There are only like 2% of the world's population of men who would have any idea what to do with that." Storm is a fly, awesome talent, wielding both the quality of voice that makes your arms chill, and a wicked, perverted charisma. She and her band do lounge covers, pulling from various genres, but the best are the punk/metal conversions. She's at her most charming when poking fun of herself as a poisonous trollop or mustachioed drag king. But when she allows herself to be sexy without all the kooky nasties, it can get to be like too many shifty eyes and hands in pockets, and not as funny or creative. MARJORIE SKINNER

THE BRIEFS, FABULOUS DISASTER, EXPLODING HEARTS, THE FLIP-TOPS, COUNT SMOKULA

(Satyricon) Fabulous Disaster's new record will be released on Lookout!, and oh, quelle surprise, what with their melodic punk sitting perfectly between squeaky clean and dirty plaid. Not quite as scummy as The Muffs, this lesbionic quartet doesn't play anything you didn't expect--harmonies, poppy guitar jams, the requisite speedy punk number. But they're tight and solid, if you still love this kind of music. JS

BENEFIT FOR DIYinPDX STARRING CHERCHEZ LA FEMME, REBECCA PEARCY, SALLY JOHNSON
(Nocturnal, 1800 E Burnside)
If I could, I'd place the words DIYinPDX at the end of a megaphone and light some fireworks around the gentle curves of its consonants. Finally, the public scrapbook chronicling DIY culture in Portland is... just... about... released... but alas! One last benefit show remains. This one stars Sally Johnson, not a girl but a band, featuring the Culottes' Iris Porter and Osa Atoe shredding on violin; Rebecca Pearcy, who writes simple and starry-eyed songs that fluff up like a cloud of microwaved marshmallows (except, probably vegan); and Cherchez La Femme, which includes Sarah "the Dough" Dougher on Farfisa and Heather Larimer on drums. And, pleasantly, it's one of the few shows this week that doesn't consist of a bunch of dudes playing music to a bunch of dudes. JS

BASSISM 14 STARRING SEIJI, ELLIOTT, AC LEWIS VS J-JUSTICE
(Fez, 316 SW 11th)
As the name implies, broken beat DJs tweak with standard beats in genres as varied as house, drum 'n' bass, and hiphop, breaking up and scattering drum patterns and creating a more experimentally complex electronic sound in the process. As a key player in London's broken beat scene (the birthplace of the genre), Seiji (AKA Paul Dolby), along with his production collective, Bugz in the Attic, has been helping promote its eclectic sound outside of the U.K.--a mix that blends aspects of jazz, house, 2-step, jungle, breakbeat, and classic funk/soul vocalists into a futuristic collage of sonic styles. Seiji's sound is kindred to such artists as Jazzanova, Trüby Trio, and Kyoto Jazz Massive, who are linked globally by their explorations into futurist jazz and funk. With his DJ sets, though, Seiji prefers to stay unpredictable, switching between more standard genres and the one for which he's best known. "

It's great to make and play everything from soul to techno," he says, "but it's also great to play a pure broken set at Co-op and see people bug out." NICOLAE WHITE

C AVERAGE, OCIFFER, PORTLAND
(Blackbird)
It used to be that Oly rock duo C Average were the only people who got to play with Eddie Vedder on his days off from Pearl Jam (well, except for Chris Cornell and Bad Religion). But now that Ye Olde Monsieur Fauxhawk is hoeing his talents on everything, from singing on the new Cat Power record to touring with Sleater-Kinney, I wonder if the Cave Rage feels lonely? Perhaps Ociffer will sing the sorrow from their hearts, with their drunked-up and bodacious classic Southern rock. JS

CARISSA'S WIERD, MENOMENA, THE PROM, BLACK BIRD RED
(Ash Street, 225 SW Ash)
The Prom play remarkably intelligent piano pop, but if you utter the words "Ben Folds Five" while describing the band, I swear to Christ I will punch you in the neck. Ben Folds is wacky little midget with a receding hair line, while The Prom are a group of actual talented musicians (with lots of hair) who just so happen to share a primary instrument in common with that dwarf who sings about "Rockin' the Suburbs." It makes no sense why the piano, an instrument with such a wonderful history, is now either used for two primary reasons: quirky pop music (see Ben Folds or anything that involved dueling pianos) or retarded love-song ballads. Thankfully The Prom use the instrument to create something both worthwhile and wonderful. CARMELO MARTINEZ

SIMPLY JEFF, RAVI, ELECTROKID
(Ohm, 31 NW 1st)
Breakdancers should be spinning on their heads for this one. The extremely prolific Simply Jeff has been tearing up the Breakbeat scene since the early eighties. Always unpredictable, he creates Funky Breaks, Housey Breaks, Spunky Breaks, and no Clunky Breaks. He weaves together threads of jungle, trance, acid-disco, what sound like monkey hoots, and just about everything else under the burning sun, and makes it all sound groovin'. Come throw yourself around for a while. JUSTIN WESCOAT SANDERS

SATURDAY 2/8

URBAN REVIVAL: M-LORD, KOSHER, THE PERFECT CIN, PRINCESS
(Woks Up)
Woks Up is a new club at SE 175th and Stark in a Chinese buffet. While "WOKS UP!?" is a fairly wonky pun, it could be worse... I once ate at a Chinese restaurant in Kingston, Ontario called "Ho Lee Chow." Uhhhh... Tonight, four local deejays somehow revive urbanism. JS

DEKE DICKERSON AND THE ECCO-FONICS, THE BUCKLES
(Conan's, 3862 SE Hawthorne)
Although Deke Dickerson is a modern man (starting his solo career officially in 1997, but really beginning it back when he was a teenager), his music harks back five decades to a time when simply hinting about having lipstick on your collar or taking the long way home was the politely subtle way for some rock 'n' rollers to describe romantic encounters. There was as much to the art of what you didn't say as what you were willing to admit in song. Dickerson (and his full backing band) pulls from a variety of genres--rockabilly, country, rhythm and blues, western swing--to take his listeners back to the days of sock hops and stolen kisses, having studied our country's musical roots enough to become a skilled songwriter in his own right. I highly recommend his new CD, Deke Dickerson in Three Dimensions (which is separated into rock 'n' roll, rockabilly, and hillbilly); I'm sure he's even more entertaining live. JENNIFER MAERZ

TRACKER, LONG WINTERS, HOLY SONS
(Blackbird)
Tracker's new CD, Polk, makes for lovely driving music, with enjoyable, lo-fi sounds and a slight country twang. Tracker's live show is even better than the CD--what sounds quiet and gentle in the car is smooth and melodic live. John Askew is the mastermind behind the band, and provides for a wonderful, mellow ride. NICOLE WARREN

BLUE OYSTER CULT, WAR PIGS
(Roseland, NW 6 th & Burnside)
Richard Meltzer, for shame! Rock critics ADORE Blue Oyster Cult and I'm holding YOU to blame. Wow, those sentences rhymed--albeit awkwardly, but par for the course of most B.O.C. lyrics. Now, some of said lyrics were written by Meltzer, and after his stint with the band, he mythologized B.O.C. in print, causing a generation of eager beaver Junior Meltzers to flow suit. But enough already. Besides the great thundering creepshow "(Don't Fear) The Reaper," B.O.C. sounds like my bald uncle Casey's Thin Lizzy tribute band, Liz'lectric Seoul. So, Meltzer, if you're reading this, I'm on your trail. Consider your ass hunted, bucko. 'Cuz any weenie can hunt bear or deer, but I'M going after the most dangerous game of all ... man. (Still, if I find you, I'll probably just make you sign my copy of Gulcher like a big, dopey fan. I'm so lame.) ADAM GNADE

ENGORGED, PUNGENT STENCH, PHOBIA, BUNG
(Satyricon, 125 NW 6th)
With their release entitled Serenity Through Pain, Phobia teaches us that peace is obtained not through calm meditation or by repeating a daily mantra; rather, one must suffer through God's "long arms," which "reach down to strangle us," and that God and State equal one and the same: OPPRESSOR. My favorite lyric of theirs, which is grunted heartily over a hefty sampling of gnashing metal/hardcore, says, "Hurray for Jesus! It's a parade of idiots!" This comes after a rad sample of a speech at a Black Panther rally. Phobia is vehemently against the constructs of religion, government, and anything that "inhibits our self autonomy." They rail against these institutions by playing a dark dollop of nut-crunching grind, and puking cut glass (metaphorically) from their throats in both high and low frequencies. Phobia opens for legendary Austrian extremists Pungent Stench, whose graphic, necrophilic/cannibalistic lyrics are rather grossening. JS

CROSSTIDE, WOKE UP FALLING, CHARMPARTICLES
(Tonic, 3100 NE Sandy)
Woke Up Falling has the jerk and choke down to a classical science, taking turns with pissy, almost Robert Smithy vocals, then reeling out into that sad apathy on which the Northwest's music scene was built. And why not? It's not as though things aren't wet or sorry anymore. Still, it has that brassy under taste of reminiscence... Charmparticles choose to take time in their hands, sparkling up the fast, slow, hard, soft routine with decidedly astronautic flaunts. They went from zero to hero after like, their first show, and with their air of professionalism wafting buzz, it'd do you good to seem them in a small, crowded venue, in case they up and off on a stadium tour. MS

SUNDAY 2/9

THE STANDARD, MENOMENA, DOLOREAN, MNEUMONIC FORGOT
(Berbati's)
Four bands grab hands and play a noble benefit for someone's medical bills. My personal favorite is Menomena, who create the fonk without actually creating the fonk--their bass and drums spin a bit of a hiphop vibe, but contemplative piano and pop lyrics make for a quite unique project that can be earnest and krush a groove. JS

MOON PONY, THE PLACES, SCHICKY GNAROWITZ
(Blackbird)
Like Mama's homemade matzo balls, Schicky Gnarowitz composes original Klezmer music that is both filling and delicious. Call me crazy, but my hunch is that it's not real easy to find well-played traditional Jewish folk music at venues like the Blackbird. You'll hear it while you can if you know what's good for you. JWS

WIZARD OF OZ SINGALONG
(Kennedy School, 5726 NE 33rd)
Pleasantly diverging from the cult of LSD-crazed stoners who actually believe Pink Floyd synched Off the Wall to the Wizard of Oz as a form of conceptual-art freakout, the Kennedy School is inviting elementary schoolchildren--and the public--to come sing along with Liza's mom, Bill Haley, et al. There will be no LSD--not because today's elementary school students aren't into drugs; nay, it is quite common these days for third graders to carry a dime bag in their pockets, right next to their diaphragms--but with the advent of designer drugs and the recontextualizing of crack cocaine as fashion accessory, LSD has simply become passè. JS

SIAMESE, AUDITORY SCULPTURE, COZY, STUFFX
(Ohm)
To kick off Ohm's Customer Appreciation Week/ Anniversary (which includes entry to a week long of music for a mere $30), an evening of live electronics and a very laidback atmosphere will ensue. JS

MONDAY 2/10

YOUNG HEART ATTACK, TELEPHONE, THE JOGGERS
(Berbati's)
One imagines that the boys of AC/DC were pretty loose with the groupies, but not even the most promiscuous members of that band could have produced as many offspring as their music has created. Case in point: Young Heart Attack, who sound like AC/DC getting loaded with Boston on Southern-brewed moonshine. The band hails from the "Southern States of America" (Austin, Texas), and their singer's hoarse-from-hollering delivery complements the occasional female backing vocals. But unfortunately there isn't enough of a kick on their new EP, Mouthful of Love, to compel me to see them live. Fans of bands like the Tight Bros From Way Back When, Bad Wizard, and even Rye Coalition might find some common ground with these guys, but personally I'd take those bands over YHA, who sound like they would put on a really energetic show, but come off too much like the bastard sons of both AC/DC and the aforementioned bands for my liking. JM

COACHWHIPS, HOSPITALS, REEKS & THE WRECKS
(Satyricon)
See MWBW pg 15

TUESDAY 2/11

COHEED & CAMBRIA, ONELINEDRAWING, HOPESFALL
(Meow Meow, 520 SE Pine)
Jonah Matranga, the man behind the name Onelinedrawing, was once the singer in the '90s rock band Far. Well, Far broke up a while ago, but Jonah is still making music and touring all over the country, sharing his stripped-down solo songs, and I love him for that. His set varies nightly, since he plays whatever comes to mind (always working in a few requests). After each OLD show I attend, I leave with a new respect for him, his music, and his ideas. Whether or not he's playing a poppy tune about friendship (backed by an R2D2 toy turned drum machine), pulling tears with a heartbreaking, honest ballad of love lost (backed by nothing but his guitar and stellar voice), or covering a Jawbox favorite, Onelinedrawing is sure to endear the biggest cynic in the crowd. MEGAN SELING

SAVE ROB! STARRING AVENUE OF THE STRONGEST, MIKE WALKER, REDUCTION METHOD
(Blackbird)
Now this is what I'm talking about: a non-superfluous benefit show indisputably worthy of dropping some of that cold hard CASHOLA. First of all, it's got a catchy title: SAVE ROB! "SAVE ROB!" It rings with the triumph of a mid-'80s rock anthem. Second, Rob plays in Avenue of the Strongest, and due to a heart transplant, his medical bills total over $1500 a month (like many other low-income, high-medical need people in Oregon, the state health plan just gave him the boot). HOWEVER, Rob is selflessly donating his money to AIDS Action Project Northwest, who in turn will assist him and others like him in finding medical coverage that isn't so astronomical. If that wasn't enough to make your tear ducts leak like a Swiss canoe, you'll enjoy rousing musical entertainment from Mike Walker, Reduction Method, and Avenue of the Strongest (wow, for a dude with the heart of a 50-year-old woman, Rob can really rock the party!). Crass jokes: not obligatory. JS

WEDNESDAY 2/12

ABIGAIL GRUSH GROUP, GIN & TILLYANNA
(Satyricon)
A few years ago, back before Barsuk Records became the worldwide powerhouse label it is (thanks mostly to Death Cab for Cutie, who are equally pleasant and photogenic), they released a little record by a band called Abigail Grush and the Phantom Beat. A very odd mixture of Purple Rose in Cairo vs. Salome's Dance, '30s guitar (like Django Reinhardt on Latin aphrodisiacs), and harmonies that have the clarity and timbre of Betty Boop, it was an acquired taste, though brilliant in its composition. Now, Abigail Grush lives in Portland and has a Group; since she's a multi-instrumentalist and songwriter, it's likely there will be more of the same. Definitely not garden variety, to say the least. JS

DEEPER ROOTS
(Fez)
Deeper Roots is Portland's only Afro beat and Afro-House club night, and DJs E-3 and S-Dub, of BSI Records fame, set it in motion. If you want to shake your groove thing, this is the place to do it. It's cheap to get in, and you can get 16 ounces of Pabst for a price too low to mention! The Fez is such a dope spot that I love to hang out there even if the music is only tolerable. Leave your freshly pressed Zoot Suit and burn a little something! ERIC BOWLER

BABYLAND, MIDNIGHT LASERBEAM, THEE EXILE REVENGER
(Blackbird)
Cornering the electronic junk punk market since 1989, BABYLAND (it seems they are so intense their name must only be written with capitals. I urge you to remember this when saying the name, too. Don't mumble in your little cute voice to your friend: "Are you going to Babyland tonight? Hmm?" But rather, "Hey! You going to BABYLAND!!!!! TONIGHT!!!?) claims on their website to "utilize machinery twisted through misuse and human error to aggressively address our audience with empathy and concern." JWS