THURSDAY 4/17

THE CURE TRIBUTE NIGHT
(Meow Meow, 520 SE Pine)
Embarrassing confession: I spent the entirety of my fourteenth year watching the video for "Just Like Heaven" over and over (I recorded it from MTV Post-Modern), and wishing to the Gods of my youth that Robert Smith would swoop down from somewhere, anywhere, and mercifully take my virginity. In retrospect that is disgusting--he was like, 30!!--but it illustrates the passionate love bestowed upon The Cure by its rabid fans, who were often imprisoned by teenagerhood and saw their dark music as a means to escape. I'm willing to bet that every one of the bands on this bill has a story similar to mine. Perhaps they will tell it, in between playing numbers from The Head on the Door and Pornography. JULIANNE SHEPHERD

ALTER ECHO, RISING SUN, MAGNETO, KYLE T
(Ohm, 31 NW 1st)
Alter Echo takes the skeleton of dub (the murky beats, the clattering echoes) and dresses it up in all kinds of fancy futurist baubles. A bomb of noise here, some high frequencies there, and suddenly the conundrum is reworked into the vacuum fabric of outer-space rhythms, i.e. brooding breakbeats. JS

LEON REDBONE, BABY GRAMPS
(Aladdin, 3017 SE Milwaukie)
There's a lotta talk in the rock mags about the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and the White Stripes and whoever else is "saving music." Bullshit. Lies. Forget the hyperbole (NME is written by dumb, horny 9th graders, anyhow) and live the experience that is Leon mo'freakin' Redbone. L.R., you may remember, was the voice of the Mr. Belvedere theme. Come on, you know the words: "Streaks on the china/ Never mattered before/ Who cared?/ When you drop kicked the jacket/ As you came through the door/ No one glared." Genius! However, the dude's defining moment was an All Detergent commercial that went something like "Mama gets 'em out with A-L-L/ that's All, the stain-lifter/ that's All." Double genius! ADAM GNADE

GROWING, SLEETMUTE, SILENTIST, SAMAS ARAN
(Red & Black, 2138 SE Division)
The pulsing intensity of Oly's aggressive/ambient duo, Growing, shall soon be put to disc courtesy Chicago's Kranky Records (who have also picked up Portland's laptop prankster/maestro of disqo, Strategy, who I am in love with, in case you are wondering). Sleetmute obliterate boundaries with their scorching vampiric three-guitar onslaught, while The Silentist--aka Get Hustle's M. Evan Burden--shall play solo piano to stimulate the mind... and other various sundry parts. Samas Aran represents the new school of West Coast power violence. JS

OF MONTREAL, THE COURT & SPARK, JAMES WILLIAM HINDLE
(Blackbird, 3728 NE Sandy)
Named after the second-best Joni Mitchell album--don't even front and say it's better than Blue--The Court & Spark bring the pearl-snaps, atmospheric howl, and enough lonesome country twang to resurrect the ghost of dear ol' Gram Parsons for one last Morphine Cocktail. While traditional country goes well with the old standby Whiskey, try mixing the music of Court & Spark with some pills--Vicodin is nice this time of year--and then sit back and watch the magic happen. For headliners Of Montreal, I recommend a tall glass of milk. CARMELO MARTINEZ

FRIDAY 4/18

EDUPOETIC ENTERBRAINMENT, REPARATIONS
(Medicine Hat, 1834 NE Alberta)
Like their billmates in Portland's Reparations, Minneapolis' Edupoetic Enterbrainment uses an amalgam of live funky/soulful instrumentation and positive, spiritual spoken word/raps. To fill out their "Enterbrainment" resume, they also hold lectures and workshops in their hometown, doing good by addressing such topics as "Spoken Word vs. Rap: Is it all Hiphop?" Perhaps you will discover the answer tonight. JS

CORRINA REPP, ADAM SELZER
(Gotham Coffee, 2240 N Interstate)
No idea how old Corrina Repp is, but her low voice whispers the wisdom of the ages. That voice and a four track; it's a recipe for timelessness. Don't dance tonight; don't talk tonight; don't move. Breathe. Hold your coffee cup close; close your eyes; inhale the entangled vapors of espresso and lo-fi folk dreams. JUSTIN WESCOAT SANDERS

ILWU LOCAL 5 BENEFIT STARRING CRACK CITY ROCKERS, MA FORD, THE MOUSE THAT ROARED, DJS THE INCREDIBLE KID & ANJALI, PLEASURE HOLIDAY, SONS AND LOVERS
(Disjecta, 116 NE Russell)
As a division of the ILWU (Longshore Union), Powell's Books is proudly one of the only unionized bookstores in the country, thanks to the long struggle and diligence of its workers. But it wasn't always that way, and now, they're approaching a contract renewal. To raise funds should the workers be required to strike, they're staging this "Rock Out to Walk Out" show, featuring several Powell's employee bands and DJs, and surely lots of good spirits (metaphorical and otherwise). JS

VERSUS, JASON LOWENSTEIN, +/-(Blackbird) Versus deserves numerous words of praise. Their dissonant guitar rock is brash and melodic at the same time, and their shows generate a nostalgic energy bathed in an early-'90s indierock glow. KATHLEEN WILSON

ROBOTS IN DISGUISE, VERONICA LIPGLOSS & THE EVIL EYES, POM POM MELTDOWN, TAKE THE BLAME
(5815 NE 11th, 7 pm)
Singing distinctly like late-era Bikini Kill/early Julie Ruin, Veronica Lipgloss takes the concept of Valley Girl Intelligentsia and smacks it like a naughty Band-Aid on The Evil Eyes' shady-lady post-punk. She melts her "ahhlll riiights," says "yeah" like "yaaah" and scoops the end of every phrase, exactly like Ms. Kathleen Hanna. It's not so derivative, though, that it will annoy purists--presumably thanks to the Evil Eyes. It's just kinda like Kathleen Hanna fronting Gang of Four. JS

PISSING RAZORS, 40 GRIT, SOCIETY 1, THE FELLOW BETRAYED
(Conan's, 3862 SE Hawthorne)
One way to easily separate genuine metal dudes from doofy downtuned imposters is simply to compare the bands' chosen monikers. This method isn't foolproof, as anyone who ever expected Slaughter to sound like Slayer can verify, but when a group christens itself Pissing Razors, it's safe to expect the hard stuff. Though not quite as excruciatingly brutal as its name implies, this Lone Star-based outfit makes the loudest "don't mess with Texas" argument since Pantera vulgarly displayed its power. The band isn't a household name, which has saved the urinating masses a collective cringe, but it did recently release an in-concert album, a underground-act rarity reserved only for confirmed live killers. ANDREW MILLER

MOTORHEAD, DWARVES, HIGH ON FIRE
(Roseland)
Over the last 25 years, Motorhead has gone from being one of the best metal bands in the world, to simply one of the loudest. It's time to pass the torch and there can be no more appropriate incumbent to the throne than High on Fire. HOF is poised where Metallica was back in '85--ready to knock down all known sound barriers and every invisible wall between the punk, metal, and extreme metal scenes. Rough and fuzzy for the punks, brutal enough for the Swedes, hooks by the ton for MTV, and plenty of underground cred thanks to indie metal giant Relapse Records. One more album out of this bunch, and they'll completely eclipse the legacy that singer/guitarist Matt Pike earned with his former stoner god unit Sleep. NATHAN CARSON

ROCK & ROLL CAMP FOR GIRLS BENEFIT
(Nocturnal, 1800 E Burnside)
Summer's almost here again, and for little girls in this town, that means rock 'n' roll. Actually, the rocker camp for girls has gotten so much acclaim that rumor has it campers are pouring in from all over the country. Help support the camp and think of it as an investment in the quality of music you'll be hearing soon enough, old fart. Tonight's benefit features local talents including The Del Toros and Peter Pants. And do not miss one of the camp's most popular bands from last summer, the cute and sassy-as-all-get-out Black Peppercorns. MARJORIE SKINNER

SATURDAY 4/19

THE PLANET THE, EXPERIMENTAL DENTAL SCHOOL, THE FORMLESS, CORPSE FUCKS CORPSE
(Satyricon)
Everytime Sacramento's Corpse Fucks Corpse comes to our town--their new split 7" with Get Get Go, Gift of Goats, and PDX's own JXaTG, in tow--it's clearly a blessing from above. Not only does it afford one the chance to utter the words "Corpse Fucks Corpse" repeatedly (a marvelous linguistic pairing of diction and intent), but their clacking, jittering guitars and sparkling vocal chaos evoke a certain pathos--and enlighten us to the ways of playing guitar noise that is not heavy-handed, nor superfluous. Experimental Dental School fronts a rad carnival of (f)(p)unk that can be described as "good-wacky," not "bad-wacky" like Fred Schneider. Their keyboard quirks and muffled vocals are what's playing on the PA when yr getting all slaughtered up in the watusi funhouse. EDS is love. JS

GRAVY TRAIN!!!!, 100S OF DISMEMBERED HANDBAGS, HALF-SEAS-OVER, DJ STEEZY NIX
(Blackbird)
Gravy Train!!!! is a few skeezy hookers, a homo, some gross underwear-ish sort of track outfits, "air dildos," female dominant buttfuck pantomimes, and dirty-bad lyrics about the gleeful sexual molestation of high school kids... among other things. All in the style of '80s rap bitches, the best type of bitches there is. Be there or suffer another gray and humorless Saturday night, hookers. MARJORIE SKINNER

EARTH DAY CELEBRATION
(Da Vinci Middle School, 2508 NE Everett)
Part music festival, activist convention, and middle school science fair, this event is packed and, outrageously, is totally free! Music includes the samba marching band Lions of Batucada, 3 Leg Torso, the Vagabond Opera's lively klezmer, KnEcHT RuPrEcHT, Anne Weiss, Good Gaia... it goes on. Say what you will about Earth Day cheesiness, but if it gets you a day packed out with awesome music for nothing, maybe you ought to zip it. MARJORIE SKINNER

THE VOLUMES, DRY COUNTY CROOKS, CAPTAIN ROCK
(DV8, 5021 SE Powell)
Captain WHAT!? Captain ROCK! Captain HUH!? Captain ROCK!! (Note: though Captain Rock's songstress, Beth Kelly, has a sexy, growly voice and utilizes electric guitars and driving drumbeats, the recordings of Captain Rock are surprisingly tame, catchy rock-pop ditties that could be on any corporate radio station's top 40 list. Captain Rock is not affiliated with any corporate radio station's top 40 list, and may very well deliver the rip-roaring rockin' rage in concert, but based on documented evidence the Mercury is obligated at this time to report to the contrary. If the Mercury is wrong in this claim and Captain Rock is indeed, the Captain of Rock, the Mercury expresses sincere advance regret for the egregious error.) JWS

JESUS PRESLEY EASTER SHOW
(Bitter End)
Hey, if you're Catholic, at least the priest might be sympathetic to your Easter Sunday morning hangover... Or forfeit church for the public house, and come celebrate the resurrection of Christ with some proper rejoicing, like making yourself ralph choking on nasty-ass marshmallow bunnies. (Seriously, they're having an eating contest of these grody critters! Barf!) Diverse, theatrical "loungers" Jesus Presley will provide the soundtrack to a drunken Easter egg hunt, as well. Just don't get too carried away, or the CHIERS van will be "comin' for to carry you home." MARJORIE SKINNER

SUNDAY 4/20

MADJESDIQ, SIRENS ECHO, LA PAZ
(Ash Street)
California's jazzy hiphop trio La Paz promotes "Hip Hop from the Barrio"--and believe it, they know what they're talking about. Kool Aid, one of the group's emcees, is the son of Dolores Huerta and the nephew of Cesar Chavez themselves. Also, one should never miss a chance to see Siren's Echo, the compelling pairing of Oldominion rapper Syndel and Hungry Mob vocalist Toni Hill. JS

GINGANG, SOLO DOS EN TIJUANA, DJIN TEETH FANGS
(Blackbird)
Solo dos en Tijuana are a great version of what you might expect. They've got maracas, finger cymbals, and music sung in Spanish... although eerily; Mariachi music with a touch of evil. KATIE SHIMER

THE FASCINATION, SCIFLYER, THE LAWN
(Satyricon)
Enjoy the Fascination's boy-girl vocal tug-of-war and their cheery attitude of lovable pop. Sciflyer's slow indierock (I guess) carries a similar cadence throughout their songs... sort like being underwater or watching a Hollywood film drug sequence, and their vocals dust the music with somber frosting. KS

KOOKEN & HOOMEN
(Goodfoot)
A live MP3 track off Kooken & Hoomen's website leads in with the words, "here's another one about making love on a cruise ship, in the middle of the night... and the bad guys are after you." Sounds about right. K & H makes dark, lounge-sexy groove music. JWS

MONDAY 4/21

SUM 41, NO USE FOR A NAME, THE STARTING LINE, AUTHORITY ZERO
(Roseland)
When asked about Sum 41, Oasis' Noel Gallagher once told an interviewer, "I'm just glad I lived long enough to hear the shittiest band ever." So, when I interviewed Sum 41's Deryck Whibley a while back, I asked him about it. Says Whibley, "I don't think he's ever even heard our music. He just hates everyone." Well, Whibs, I HAVE heard your music and I gotta agree with Noel: Sum 41 IS indeed the shittiest band ever. I didn't think it was possible to sink below Blink 182 in childish, sexist pop-punk. But you did it, and it's worse than anything ol' Uncle Saddam could ever lob at us. AG

WITCHES IN DITCHES STARRING CIRCE, TAURUS
(Tiger Bar, 317 NW Broadway)
A new night exploring the more cavernous aspects of two ladies spinning underground hiphop and drum and bass. JS

THE KILLS, EXPLODING HEARTS, THE FORMLESS
(Dante's)
As The Kills, VV and Hotel represent for the natural apex of sultry, swanky garage (VV's come a long way since her scrubbed-clean pop days in Discount) and drum machine effects, riding the pony of hot minimalism while still being "rock" enough to reel in the freak-nastiest of chain-smoking trouble addicts. Their new full-length, Keep on Your Mean Side (Rough Trade), reeks of sex and cigarettes and gasoline, and makes a transient life of fucking and smoking and driving fast seem really glamorous and appealing. It's the danger of danger, and The Kills harness it without diluting its appeal. Shit is hot. You half-expect them to do the bump and grind onstage, guitars in tow, flailing on the edge of debauchery's chasm, waiting just to fall the hell in. JS See Music pg 17

BOY SETS FIRE, HOPE CONSPIRACY, VAUX, THIRTY 3
(Nocturnal)
Boy Sets Fire's smoldering hardcore has mellowed in recent years, but their politics have not. Still as outspoken as ever on such hot topics as the tyranny of the American government, BSF are admirable in their never-wavering stance. In addition, their singer Nathan Gray came out recently, which is courageous in itself--but especially so, considering the homophobia and sexism that often plagues the mainstream hardcore scene. JS

REPLICATOR, WET CONFETTI, THE MOTIVE
(Satyricon)
Replicator's instrumental meanderings have been compared to those of Fugazi. I don't know how true that is, but Replicator's dissonant depressed punk and screaming vocal outbursts create music that is notable. KS

TUESDAY 4/22

KEEPSAKE, LETTER KILLS, ANATOMY OF A GHOST
(Meow Meow)
The jury is still out on Anatomy of A Ghost; it didn't take long for these local lads to be riding high on the hog of scrEaMO. They have been touring nonstop and recently inked a deal with yawn-inducing SoCal label Fearless Records. While I want to beat my closed fist to my chest in an act of pure overwhelming emotion during their shows, this whole newfound lite-screamo thing is getting a little carried away. Also it would be nice to see one, just one, girl involved in this boy-centric scene. (No, selling merch for the band does not count.) Keepsake rank far lower on the punk rock ladder, but nowhere near as low as openers Letters Kill--who are on the same record label (Island) as both Lionel Richie and Bon Jovi. If that ain't punk, I don't what is. CM

WEDNESDAY 4/23

ELECTRIC EYE, LOPEZ, THE PEELS
(Berbati's)
If the Electric Eye were slower and quieter, their music could conceivably be the stuff of trans-generational bonding. The boogie-ness of their style evokes the tasseled bikini get downs of hair helmet beach party, minus the schlocky surf riffs. That's once you get inside the huge sound, which is like parting a heavy velvet shroud and ensconcing yourself in an embryonic tomb that from twenty paces outside just sounds really noisy. Don't let the melodramatic, brilliant hardcore-style vocals fool you for a second--this shit is for dancing rocks off. MS

THE MINDERS, BLOODTHIRSTY LOVERS, EARLIMART, FINESSE
(Blackbird)
Ahh, is yous'm pretty pop? Pretty popsy wopsy? Little Minders with yous'm little'm sugary snoo snoo? Sweetsy Bloodthirsty and your fuzz wuzzy wuzz fuzz? Ahh... yous'ms so CUTE!! My little popsy poos... JWS

PARTY OF HELICOPTERS, OTHER MEN MY AGE, THE BEATINGS, LION FEVER
(Satyricon)
The Beatings play fun rock, with vocals that sound like your dad yelling at you to clean out the goddamn garage, which adds a goofy and lovable dynamic to music that would be sort of typical without them. KS