THURSDAY 4/10

MILLENCOLIN, RUFIO, RIVER CITY HIGH
(Crystal, 1332 W Burnside)
River City High are an emo band that wears cowboys hats. Just in case you read that in passing, I'll repeat: emo + cowboy hats! What kind of terrible gimmick is that? Anything to take your mind away from the music, I guess, which is just plain horrific. Rufio is named after the gay little pirate kid in Peter Pan; much like River City High, they send the mind in a tizzy by being so unoriginal, yet so popular. If there is a saving grace tonight, it's Millencolin, who are about as exciting as single scoop of vanilla in a plain cone, but are at least from Sweden. Rumor has it that their bass player, Nikola Sarcevic, used to be in the same swim camp down at the local fjord with members of The Hives. CARMELO MARTINEZ

FRENCH TOAST, KING COBRA, OTHER MEN MY AGE
(Satyricon, 125 NW 6th)
With delay and sequencers, thumping guitars, and a lot of hot drum action (including congas!) D.C. luminaries James Canty and Jerry Busher flip the rhythmic punk abstractions upside your head. Scorching-hot scrap-metallists King Cobra, starring Rachel Carns, Betsy Kwo, and Tara Jane O'Neil, add bicep factor; Other Men My Age are making with the angst. JULIANNE SHEPHERD

FIREBALLS OF FREEDOM, MIDNIGHT EVILS, DTs, THE THINGS
(Blackbird, 3728 NE Sandy)
If every group in existence competed in a "most likely to have your name unwillingly used in a caption under a war-related photo" contest, Portland's own Fireballs of Freedom would be a top contender. However, the band's bludgeoning blitzkriegs run no risk of being co-opted for conservative campaign commercials, "Born in the U.S.A."-style. Besides, the Fireballs aren't interested in the Pentagon; as its 2001 album Welcome to the Octagon proved, another shape already melted their Stooges-worshipping hearts. ANDREW MILLER

DJ HYPER, DAN REED'S ODYSSEY, IJJI
(Ohm, 31 NW 1st)
Hyper is a stalwart at London club Bedrock's Heaven night, which features a wide amalgam of famous DJs, like John Digweed. He's on tour supporting his newest breakbeat mix in the long Bedrock Breaks series, entitled Fractured, combining... yes... emotional, atmospheric breaks... with techno and electro. JS

THE DATSUNS, THE SIGHTS, THE OUT CROWD
(Berbati's, 231 SW Ankeny)
The Sights take late-'60s power pop/'70s stoner rock and lace its aging bones with Detroit's dirty, garage version of adamantium. Thanks to the miracle of science, technology, and pop culture, plus Motor City buzz funding (maybe from labels looking for the next Jack and Meg Blues Re-plosion), the Sights have actually pulled it off. They've virtually re-cast That '70s Show's Ashton Kutcher as Wolverine, given him guitar hands, a steady diet of mushrooms and, in the process, successfully reinvented the wheel. The Sights manage to channel The Jam, Cream, Revolver-era Beatles, and the Who into a well done and convincing fusion of power pop harmonies, the blues, and psychedelic rock. Go see the Sights. Take the Camaro, because the Pacer just won't do. KATE MERCIER

FRIDAY 4/11

DOUBLE BARRELLED SOUL, MARCO HAMMOND, BEN PIRANI, ESH, THE LEEDS, JACKIE
(Nocturnal)
See Destination Fun pg 25

DJ MINX, HITGIRL, THE PERFECT CYN
(1201, 1201 SW 12th)
The founder of all-lady Detroit DJ collective Women on Wax in 1996, DJ Minx spins high-drama, often prettily melodic, yet always explosive deep house. JS

DAME DARCY, NORA KEYES, SWAN DANGER, DJIN TEETH
(Disjecta, 116 NE Russell)
Didja miss Dame Darcy on th' uke with spooky doll maka Nora Keyes of Centimeters? See 'em again now. Y' can also see the meanderin', Eastern European, sorta klezmer-y shiz of Djin Teeth, and Swan Danger, with sum people from th' stellar gothy-dodders Heart of Snow! (Sorry, I was talking in "graphic novel.") JS

BOYRACER, ASHTRAY BOY, KANDA, TORTILLA
(Portland Daycare, 114 NE Russell)
Okay... next door to the Disjecta compound (now featuring like, seven new internal venues... I swear, it's a goddamn pharoah's pyramid in there), there's this creepy-cool place called Portland Daycare, that actually used to be a Daycare, and still comes equipped with training potty. It's where English fuzz-pop superstars Boyracer shall play tonight, along with the acoustic twee of locals Tortilla, and Randall from the Cannanes' solo project, Ashtray Boy. Dudes! It's a daycare! JS

CAMAROSMITH, WITCH MOUNTAIN, BAST
(Satyricon)
I think because of the name I want to say that Camarosmith is punk rock, but they're really not that punk. The lead singer seems heavily influenced by Chris Cornell (you know, of Soundgarden and the super fabulous Audio Slave HA!), and the guitars are quite metal, mimicking that oh-so-wonderful sound we all remember from Sabbath's "Iron Man." The rhythm section is the same one from Zeke. They're not wholly original, but really, what is anymore. KS

BANGS, HUNGRY MOB, JUDE BOWERMAN, HELIO SEQUENCE
(Lewis & Clark, 0615 SW Palatine Hill)
Which local band on this bill is rumored to be signing to Sub Pop, and whose drummer is also rumored to be the replacement for Jeremy Green in Modest Mouse? Hint: It ain't Hungry Mob. JS

SLACKJAW, REDUCTION METHOD, THE MISS, ANDI CAMP
(Blackbird)
You know, you never really know what you've got until it's gone... speaking of going, Eric from Slackjaw is beating this popsicle stand. It's not the end of the band, and certainly not the end of Portland's supply of spindly sounding, emotive pop rock bands. There are good things about this: the first and most fleeting is that the best time to see anybody do anything is when they know that it's their very last time. And if you're Slackjaw and you've been doing "it" for like 10 years here, we're talking some oomf. The second bit is that a shakeup in the lineup generally spells for alterations in sound, and evolution is a beautiful thing. MARJORIE SKINNER

THE RAVEONETTES, LONGWAVE, GREEN CIRCLES
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd)
In the wrong hands, covers can be the musical equivalent of grave desecration. However, ambitious acts can twist them into stunningly original art. Sonic Youth mastered this form, wrapping borrowed tunes in feedback cocoons. Using many of the same tricks (atonal speaker static, versatile co-ed vocals, jarring use of exotic, non-chord-related regions of the guitar), the Raveonettes open shows with a brilliant rendition of James Taylor's "Everyday." The fluffy melody bunny-hops through this thorn bush, reveling in its new prickly perspective. Experiment aside, the group promptly gets down to mixing jagged riffs with a punishing rhythm section whose beat blasts land as if they were encased in lead. AM

SATURDAY 4/12

DJ BROKEN WINDOW, CHAOS ENGINE, MAXIM BASA
(Nocturnal)
Broken Window, Chaos Engine, and Maxim Basa are the friggin' holy trinity of excitement, if you ask me--they're the cats responsible for some of the best in booty, ghettotech, and "other" dance music in town. (BTW protesters: ghettotech is an actual genre of techno which originated in Detroit's ghettos, hence the term "ghettotech." It is a fabulous form of music and we are quite lucky that anyone is actually playing it in Portland. No one is being derisive; in fact, having it around actually diversifies the landscape.) ANYWAY, after their star turns at local Queer Nites, Booty Skates, and Paula Abdul Trib Nites, they're hosting a 50¢ dance party. And you can bet yr ass it will fit in the actual definition of "party." JS

TAKING BACK SUNDAY, FROM AUTUMN TO ASHES, RECOVER, MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
(B Complex, 320 SE 2nd)
What is there to say about Taking Back Sunday that I haven't already said? They are terrible; one of the worst active bands around today. A soulless blend of all things punk, screamo, and rebellious, neatly wrapped in an easy-to-swallow presentation for music fans, Christians and parents alike. Rich, white, emo, pretty-boy puppets dangling from the corporate strings of Hot Topic, Atticus Clothing, Pepsi, and whoever else wants to buy into a piece of them. They should line their wallets some more and just auction off positions in the band on eBay. You wouldn't need any musical experience; obviously, lack of skill hasn't hampered their current lineup. CM

APPLES IN STEREO, DEATHRAY DAVIES, THE BELLES, SERVICE GROUP
(Blackbird, Jackpot)
Everybody's favorite pop rockers, Apples in Stereo, are back with a slew of similarly '60s-influenced, noisy happy ensembles.

TV EYE, MY REGRETS, WESTERN CONFERENCE
(Dante's)
Why do so few ladies play the trumpet? I don't know, but there needs to be more of them, so kudos to Television Eye for bringing the brass stylings of foxy Liz Brown into the fold. Now they just need to feature her a little bit more instead of drowning out that sweet blatting in a flood of cutesy fuzz rock. Oh all right, I concede: the fuzz rock's actually kind of infectious, but it could be REALLY infectious with the addition of a few more trumpet solos. I mean, why have a trumpeter, let alone a hot female trumpeter, if you're not going to give her some airplay? Pull your heads out of your greasy asses, TV Boys, and get your priorities straight! JWS

CROSSTIDE, THE MATCHES, OLIVER, WOVEN
(Meow Meow, 520 SE Pine)
If I were still in high school I'd be really into Crosstide. The emotional singing with notes held long enough that you can light a cigarette, smoke a couple drags, and think about your spurned love. The dramatic guitar progressions. The hearfelt journey each song takes from beginning to end. Yeah, I don't know who I'm kidding... I still kind of like this stuff. KS

SUNDAY 4/13

QUEER NITE STARRING DJ TRONIC, MARCH FORTH, BLACK VENUS, DJ STORMY
(Level, 13 NW 6th)
Aside from adding fireworks, you couldn't expect more aplomb from an inaugural event than from Level's first-ever Queer Night. DJ Stormy's glam rock, punk, and new wave, and DJ Tronic's diva classics and house are fabulous... and March Forth is ACTUALLY MARCHING DOWN STARK STREET to perform their set, and Black Venus will provide a "gender-bending singing performance of 'Sex Drive' by Dead or Alive." YES! JS

FRANK BLACK AND THE CATHOLICS, DAVID LOVERING
(Berbati's)
The ancient Greeks thought they knew tragedy?! Well, meet frickin' Frank Black! Homey goes from one of thee most influential bands EVER--a group that fills greater rock critdom's collective sweat pants with a gianormous boner--to dropping off the radar when said band breaks up and fronting a series of ignored art projects. If that's not enough to make you wanna shoot your brains out, you ain't got none. So, Frank, turn them haters a deaf ear. They don't realize your solo stuff is still penned by the same megabrain, still sung in that great kitty yowl. It's Pixies Redux. And it's good! If folks don't recognize that, they can sit on a tack. ADAM GNADE

THE AISLERS SET, HELLA, THE QUAILS
(Blackbird)
See MWBW pg 23

MONDAY 4/14

PIGFACE, MY LIFE WITH THE THRILL KILL KULT, ZEROMANCER, BILE, ETC.
(Roseland)
Watch you don't snag anything on any of the shit that's going to be clipped into everyone's face tonight. This is going to be one of those festivals of the pale, skinny, shiny, and dark-clothed, making music that sounds like heavy machine cogs and is either about something really gross or sex. Or really gross sex. Or sex with gross things/people. The whole barf-bang industrial bit is more than a little frayed around the edges these days, but it might be worth checking out one of its older cornerstones, My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, as well as Pigface's lineup of the moment, which includes Revolting Cock Chris Connelly and a pair of metal underwear. Are you shocked yet? No? How 'bout now?... Now? MS

BON JOVI, GOO GOO DOLLS
(Rose Garden)
A few days ago, I got a haircut. Now, I know what you are thinking. What does that have to do with this Bon Jovi show? Well, it ain't because the two lead singers for the two bands have the same haircut (their haircut isn't half as bad as that fucking awful "Tattoo" on the Goo Goo Dolls singer's arm)--it's because my hair was getting in my eyes. And since I have two of the most beautiful blue eyes in the world, I had to trim back my bangs. CHRIS REED

TUESDAY 4/15

STEWART WALKER, GREGORY SHIFF, KGINGER, GRANDMA JR
(Fez)
The "War on Boredom" tour sees Bostonian Stewart Walker and New Yorker Gregory Shiff making absolutely terrific next-level techno--pulsing with funky subtleties, glitchy elements and a tangible sonic narrative melted in the mix. It is beyond danceable. But I guess you wouldn't expect anything less from two dudes who studied classical composition (Shiff) and spent the last 10 years producing (Walker). KGinger and Grandma JR open things up with minimal funk and live dubby dancey stuff, respectively. JS

MATT POND PA, BITTER BITTER WEEKS, LEFTY'S DECEIVER
(Blackbird)
I've had an unlistened-to Matt Pond PA record in my CD stacks for almost a year now. Why? Because the band's name is downright awful, and I'm sorta shallow about first impressions. NOW, finally listening to it, I realize what a putz I've been for waiting. Matt Pond PA's lovely emo-waltzers--all dueling cellos and shimmering acoustic guitar strums--are pretty to the point of overproduction. But when the singer comes on with his cracked, craggy half-voice, it juxtaposes the music's uber-quality and makes a tidy, perfectly formed package--like a bento box. Satisfying. Tasty. And there's lyrics about Canadians! AG

NYC ANTIFOLK TOUR: JENN LINDSAY, CASEY HOLFORD, ROBIN AIGNER, PHOEBE KREUTZ
(Bitter End, 1981 W Burnside)
Don't be fooled by this event's clever title--it's as folk as it gets this day and age; a glut of passionate poets picking their acoustic guitars and doing that funky scat dance with the head jerking around and the elbows flailing. Make no mistake about it: the ghosts of Ani, Joni, and Bob haunt this thing. Those three ancient figures are also the only ones making any money in this field anymore, which is kind of a shame considering the musical talent on display here, especially in Jenn Lindsay's plucky, stop-start guitar work, is impressive. If only anyone in the group had a speck of melody, irony, or bling to go with the ability. As dictated by the style they've chosen, however, they don't, and so it's coffee shops and Bitter Ends from here on out. JWS

WEDNESDAY 4/16

THE BUTCHIES, THE HAGGARD
(Meow Meow)
Team Dresch is one of those bands that the Portland old schoolers don't want us to forget about; Reason being they were awesome. Thankfully, though, the spirit of Team Dresch is channeled through the Butchies, consisting of TD's drummer Melissa York and vocalist/guitarist Kaia Wilson. Their music is raw and hooky and spiked with Kaia's politi-concious rantings. Go for the nostalgia, stay for the rock. KS

THE FAINT, LES SAVY FAV, SCHNEIDER TM
(Crystal)
Even if The Faint sucks the blood of their '80s influences (Duran Duran, hi), at a more-than comfortable level, their live show is afire with energy, and sometimes results in nudity. Of all the retro-humpers, at least they've got the gumption to put on an arena-rock worthy spectacle. A new album on Astralwerks has Tommie Sunshine, Ursula 1000, Paul Oakenfold (the Bono of trance), and others remixing Danse Macabre, with mixed results--at times, it just sounds like a shitty rave. JS

THE LOVELESS AND GOODNIGHT TRAIL, MORE
(Blackbird)
The Loveless and Goodnight Trail sound a bit like Silkworm or Jawbreaker with their progressive but slightly disjointed rock. Their self-titled release on Sonic Boom is a little unrefined, but still shines. And clever song titles like, "Making Out with Dan" (really, who hasn't?) and "Do the Math, Jackass," win me over every time. NICOLE WARREN

THE NOTWIST, STYROFOAM, KENNETH JAMES
(Berbati's)
Tonight is Monsieur Kenneth James' first outing as a DJ since he relocated to Portland. In addition to deejaying and playing bass in L'Altra, Mssr. James runs the excellent Aesthetics Records, which has released very textural, sophisticated, often electronic-blended music by Pulseprogramming, Windsor for the Derby, Hood, and 33.3, among others, and has deejayed with those groups, as well. I wish Mssr. James were the Mayor of Portland. JS