THURSDAY 6/12

THE HOOKY BOYS, THE KICKSTARTS
(Conan's, 3862 SE Hawthorne) Here you shall find: fast & loose low-fi fun, and NO lame posing & posturing! The Hooky Boys get their point across without a bunch of fancy-ass bells & whistles... just good ol' honest and dirty rock delivered with simplicity and heart. Same with the Kickstarts, whose unpretentious style might mislead you into thinking they're just chugging along like the lil' engine that could, until you realize their frenzied pace and bouncy songs have just barrel-assed right over you without so much as a pause. If you start out this night all gruff, you'll be won over by the end, honest. ROLAND COUTURE



BROADCAST OBLIVION, CHARMING SNAKES, ELECTRIC EYE
(Blackbird, 3728 NE Sandy) The old frontman for Scared of Chaka has teamed up with Coady Willis drumming (from the Murder City Devils) to create a sing-songy pop band fused with mathy drumming and enough rawk edge to keep you coming back... for more... every... time. KATIE SHIMER



GOLDFINGER, STORY OF THE YEAR
(Roseland, NW 6th & Burnside) Remember ska? The wacky choreographed horn sections, the rapid-fire reggae riffs? In 1996, eager young fans embraced its perky pace, undulating bass lines and brassy melodies. Suddenly, area punk groups were recruiting trombone players from their high schools' bands, changing their names from Brutal Conflict to Ska-Na-Na and nabbing gigs at all-ages venues. These days, former "skacore" outfits are sending their laid-off horn sections marching back to traditional bands. Ska's signature label, Moon, folded, citing eclipsed sales, and Two Toned package tours have gone the way of swing-dance nights. All this raises the question--who the hell still goes to Goldfinger shows? ANDREW MILLER



FRIDAY 6/13

DJ CASH MONEY, DJ SCENE, DJ RISING SUN
(Ohm, 31 NW 1st) One of the world's best DJs throwing down right in downtown P-Town. Cash Money's a former DMC World Champ, and will blow you away with his party starting ability and scratchtasticness. Not to mention DJ Scene's turntablist skills, which awarded him the regional DMC Championship last year. It doesn't get any better than this. JUSTIN WESCOAT SANDERS



LISA GERMANO, SID HILLMAN
(Aladdin, 3016 SE Milwaukie) Long before the affected wilt of Chan Marshall, Lisa Germano gave a voice to this tempestuous breed--a heart-tugged, empathic mess of addiction, id, and slight despair. Germano resonates with the sound of diffident acceptance--a sonic Polaroid of a 3 am decision to put away that enticing bottle of sleeping pills and just go to bed instead. Geek the Girl--Germano's landmark 1994 record--finds competition with her long-awaited return, another loosely executed concept record titled Lullaby for Liquid Pig. It's sad, sloppy, sort of unhinged, and, like the best of her work, a convincingly bittersweet damnation of humanity's greatest curse--the indelible specter of hope. ZAC PENNINGTON



THE DICTATORS, 45S, THE WEAKLINGS
(Dante's,1 SW 3rd) The Dictators are one of those grizzled old-schooly bands that I feel damn unenlightened for not liking. Okay, maybe not "not liking," per se. Rather, not getting. I mean, I know they helped give birth to--or at least forced into labor--both metal and punk. And I'm well aware that ol' Richard Meltzer wrote about 'em a lot; but to these cauliflower ears, it sounds like fratboy rock. Still, I'm trying. It may be a hard snail-shell to crack, but I intend to get to the bottom of this whole Dictators mystery. Maybe seeing 'em live will help. ADAM GNADE



THE PLANET THE, THE BUILDING PRESS, RING, CICADA, WET CONFETTI
(Blackbird, 3728 NE Sandy) Math rock, is comprehensible; you just have to apply yourself. The Building Press is a great first assignment. Their dark, progressive if not chaotic melodies draw you in and make you ponder the greater meaning of the universe. This show is also a showcase of sorts for the 54'40 or Fight!, label who shill records by TBP and Ring, Cicada, and recently signed locals The Planet The. Like math rock, The Planet The produces more electronically charged chaos, prompting me to promote a new genre--scatter rock. Scatter rock, I propose, inspires listeners to shake their bodies in erratic, robot-like movements. NICOLE WARREN



SATURDAY 6/14

GENE SIMMONS HOSTS FRIENDS OF JEFF BENEFIT STARRING BLACK'N'BLUE, SEQUEL, LABANSKY
(Roseland) Don't fuck Gene Simmons! Seriously, the man's bogus. If you need to fuck a rock star, Diamond freaking Dave is here this week. However, it is super sweet of Gene to host this benefit show, which goes out to Jeff Young, who suffers from Lou Gehrig's disease. And who better to aid doddering, oft-overlooked '80s glam rock heroes Black 'N Blue (holy smackers!) in rockin' on heaven's door one more, less theoretical time. But dude's utterly void of soul; all he wants is to sell dolls, magazines, hardcovers, and, next up, condoms. And pussy. He wants your pussy. His lack of discrimination is cute in a village idiot kind of way, but beware the tongue of a billion crustwads. MARJORIE SKINNER



JONNY X & THE GROADIES, MUSTAPHA MOND, LIFE AT THESE SPEEDS
(Den of Leroy, 4126 N Commercial) Benefiting Portland Books for Prisoners--the silent majority--so bring your postage, books, $3-5 donation, and safety goggles (you know, for the bands). JULIANNE SHEPHERD



L'USINE, DERU, DIZZYSTARHOUSE, DJ BROKEN WINDOW
(Holocene, 1004 SE Morrison) Dance party number one million at Portland's newest fantastic club, Holocene--the amazing second space where the freaks meet to... freak. Continuing on their opening-weekend streak of scorching, genre-annihilating dancefloor electronics: tonight, they host the prolific Seattle artist L'Usine. Otherwise known as Jeff Mcilwain, L'Usine makes emotion-centric beats and melodies with a layered, mysterious elegance, written in a linear fashion. What I've heard is pretty and contemplative, but doesn't suffer for lack of a backbone. Deru's Pushing Air just hit it to quit it on Neo Ouija. His live set on Digital Nimbus is equally eclectic: visceral, yet mostly rooted in the great tree of hiphop. JS



YO LA TENGO, THE CLEAN
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Although their latest effort, 2003's Summer Sun left some crying foul, the intricate Pet Sounds-esque album rounds out a progression in Yo La Tengo's music. Its slower feel and lack of distortion may mean a mark of maturity to some, or an utter bore to others, but I feel it's landed somewhere perfectly in between. Undeniably more toned down than And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out, it does offer some quality reflective pop without being boring, or carrying on too long (just skip track 12). Hey, when Ray Davies wanted to make an album he called these guys for his backup band. Does anything more need to be said? CHAZZ MADRIGAL



SATURDAY LOOKS GOOD TO ME,

MOON TURN THE TIDES
(Meow Meow, 527 SE Pine) Whoa, creepy. Poptastical ol' Saturday Looks Good To Me playing on a ... Saturday. Ya think they knew that the Friday before that was gonna be the scary-boo THIRTEENTH and decided to run for the safety of their namesake? I dunno, but something's fishy. What's next? Sunday's Best playing on Sunday? Thursday on a Thursday? The options are endless. I'm not sure what that means. But still. Endless. AG



MIRAH, LIARBIRD, REBECCA PEARCY
(Disjecta, 119 NE Russell) Some pretty biddies sing fiddly ditties. Liarbird, on the power of their lilting string section and lead vocalist Kanako's sweet voice, are moving up in the world. Combining breezy harmonies with loping and contemplative instrumentation, Liarbird makes the clatter of melancholy. JWS



THE NEINS, THE NATRONS
(Beulahland, 118 NE 28th) With the bastardized, old-time blues of the Natrons, showman extraordinaire Nate supplies the amped-up howling so you can close your eyes and swear is Hasil Adkins or Screamin' Jay in their prime. And just in case you're still stuck in 2003, the Neins bring their ultra-classic (Mysterians, Count Five) '60s garage sound, complete with organ and lots of energy. It's fab! RC



SUNDAY 6/15

ALKALINE TRIO, ONE MAN ARMY, THE START
(Roseland) The first time I heard the Alkaline Trio was back in '99 when the song "Cooking Wine" was on a compilation a friend bought me. A seemingly drunk Matt Skiba pathetically sang, "Sorry I'm late, I was out spoiling my liver/I couldn't wait/The sun was up for far too long today/And I can't see straight/But the two of you look awfully pretty/You're fucking beautiful!" The Trio has seen a few changes since inception (two original members, Glenn Porter and Rob Doran, have been replaced by Dan Andriano and Derek Grant, respectively), but one thing stays the same: Matt Skiba can write some romantic-in-a-fucked-up-way lyrics. For that, I love him. MEGAN SELING



DJ ANJALI, THE INCREDIBLE KID, E3, DJ TARSIER
(Fez) I imagine entering your 30s is the time when you just go buckwild, after realizing that your existential crises are trés boring and a gigantic waste of time--the very same time one could be utilizing to go buckwild. I think the 30s are probably really liberating. I don't know for sure yet... but DJ Anjali does tonight, cause it's shawty's birthday. Go see how she celebrates her liberation; it's an experiment. At the very least, she'll spin some pretty spectacular bhangra/Asian garage/Bollywood tracks. I can only hope that, in honor of the 3-0, she smokes a hit of PCP and hooks it up on a slip-and-slide, as well. JS



SLEEP, ULTRAMAN, EVIL HANDS: HALFMANHALF, AVERAGE JOE, ATLAS, UNCLE SAMPLE, OPASIT, DIRTY D & DR. J
(Meow Meow, 527 SE Pine, 8 pm, $5) To reiterate, Sleep is undoubtedly one of Portland's most talented emcees, with a mach-five cadence complimenting his discernable enunciation, and a flow that cuts like a knife through jelly. Don't miss Ultraman, either; the San Jose-based emcee has been known to kill on mic. JS



THE HAGGARD, REMAKE/REMODEL,

DISCHARGE INFORMATION SYSTEMS
(Blackbird) Remake/Remodel's ballsy Australian girl punk has all the attitude of Joan Jett with the innocence of Japanese pop. The guitar tone is pretty modern sounding and aggressive, so don't expect the half-assed, "we're an untalented girl punk band with tight t-shirts on" crap. (Hello, the Donnas.) Remake/Remodel give broads a good name. KS



SUNDAY BRUNCH W/DJS SOVIET HYMN, E*ROCK
(Holocene, 11 am-3 pm) I WANT ME SOME FRITATTAS! Actually, I don't think I know what a frittata is, but they're serving them at Holocene's brunch affair--and what an elegant word, frittata. Some things with which I am markedly more familiar are the DJ'ing tendencies of Monsieur E*Rock, who very generally mixes moody electronic pop with sunnier fare, in the form of disco beats for the sophisticate. His latest release, Conscious, on his very own label, Audio Dregs (renaissance man!), rides with a similar aesthetic, dabbling in European-like, spacious, playful, glitchy subtleties that'll have you longing for the 8-bit and dreaming of Côte d'Ivoire. In other words: great frittata music. Can I get a little hair of the dog, what what. JS



MONDAY 6/16

MINK LUNGS, LE FORCE, COUGAR
(Blackbird) Mink Lungs' I'll Take It finds the four-singer, four-songwriter band resplendent in its quirky cohesiveness. A male voice purrs, "You look ferocious," on album-opener "Black Balloon" before power chords, noisy feedback, and plenty of wah-wah blows in and takes over the velvety thoughts of "drinking from July to June," a line that conveys the flaw in the plan: Even 12 months of schnockered bliss can't kill a really bad mood. KATHLEEN WILSON



DAN BLAKER, KARAOKE FROM HELL
(Dante's) Everyone should know about Karaoke From Hell by now. For a measly two bucks every Monday night at Dante's, you can pick from a 300-strong (and growing) song list and sing it with a live band. Shit, that's even better than contestants on American Idol! What you may not know is the unassuming KJ lurking in the shadows, Dan Blaker. I suggest you catch his second set around 11:30 or so when the boys take a break. By then, he's good and sauced--as any DJ knows, this is essential! Dan handpicks cuts from his crates consisting of everything from '60s Motown & '70s sweet soul, to straight-up afro-funk jawns that would have the crowd moving if they weren't weighed down by those baseball caps. Working his best to combat Portland's aversion to dancing, Dan is going to be the kid to see this summer. Don't sleep! CM



TUESDAY 6/17

MELT-BANANA, NUMBERS, SCIENCE OF YABRA
(Dante's) Tokyo's Melt-Banana sprays ectoplasmic squeal-riffs over delicate-but-frantic hummingbird drums and screamy Pokemon yips. San Francisco's Numbers thumps and whirs and rurk-rooks and hernk-honks through new wave dancejams. Now, if them two downright genius bands were to, say, join forces tonight on Dante's stage and create a super band, all of them rurks and hernks and whirs and yips and squeal-riffs and who's-its and what-have-you's would pretty near change music as we know it, and probably sound something like the celestial soda-pop sound Bill and Ted were going for in their most excellent films. And we all know what happened to Bill and Ted--they saved humanity. AG



JETS TO BRAZIL, JOHN VANDERSLICE, WHYSALL LANE
(Berbati's) It's been five years since Jets To Brazil released their debut Orange Rhyming Dictionary--and even though it's totally unfair, I'm still mourning Jawbreaker. I know, I know; Jets to Brazil are a great band in their own right. Last year's Perfecting Loneliness really drove home the tightness of their unit and the ground they've covered since the members' splits with their respective outfits. Still, I whine, "It's not 24 Hour Revenge Therapy!" Front man Blake Schwarzenbach's songwriting has developed beyond the outlet that bore him. In a lot of ways. the energy and optimism of his age is a lot more interesting than the angst, however heartfelt, of his youth. Kids too young to ever have seen Jawbreaker and geezers like myself can put aside there differences for once and "stay in for the night" with Blake. CM



ABSTRAKTION STARRING SLEIGHTED, RUDEMENT, PEDRO, MURK VISUALS
(Medicine Hat, NE 18th & Burnside) Some experimental drum n' bass kind of music, but not the kind that you can only twiddle your thumbs to. Rudement throws down some grindable, deep-felt grooves, while Pedro weaves a "darkscape of drum and bass-dub-dancehall." JWS



DAVID LEE ROTH
(Roseland) How can you look at David Lee Roth and not smile? He still sports the punchy scarves, hot chicks dangling like monkeys from every appendage. Sure, he's sucky, but unless you're deeply entrenched in the Eddie vs. Dave war, can't you just love him for his kicks and Peter Pan-like flamboyance? Then again, his new material is disturbingly boring, aging honky blues with interminable, uncomfortable solos and dim echoes of the "yeahs" and "oohs" of yore chipped in to the background. Yeeauuggghhhh. Where's the sass? It's not even that cheesy or retarded! My officemate Phil ended up gingerly flipping the CD back onto my desk and huffing that "some ideas are better left in the abstract." I never thought I'd say so, but he is absolutely right. MS



WEDNESDAY 6/18

SELECTOR DUB NARCOTIC, DENGUE FEVER,

THE FORMS, ANATHELLO, DJ CALVIN JOHNSON
(Blackbird) Dengue Fever is a disease you can get in Cambodia, but irony isn't what the eponymous band is dealing in here. The LA-based quintet started by Zac Holtzman (ex-Dieselhed) plays a Cambodian Rocks-influenced psych vs. Ethiopian jazz, complete with vocalist Chhom Nimol singing in a traditional Cambodian style. Is that not enough for you? Are you kidding?! All right, then... Calvin Johnson will spin the dub reggae to get you in the mood. JS



COREA W/BOBBY BIRDMAN
(Holocene) Live, Bobby Birdman is a lot of fun. He works the crowd, wandering on and off stage, telling stories, and leisurely switching from his keyboard to a capella as he sings loungey numbers in a Frank Sinatra croon. JWS



REMAKE/REMODEL, THE FORMLESS, ALARMISTS
(Red & Black) Joining Australia's Remake/Remodel (see Sunday listing) is the debut of Alarmists, an apparently androgynous ensemble starring Ghost to Falco's Eric Crespo, Ibobuki's Nick Hindemann, and the screaming dual vocals of Eva and James Sincere Brutality. JS