THURSDAY 7/31

CHASED AND SMASHED, SKELETON COAST, THE AMALGAMATED EVERLASTING UNION CHORUS LOCAL 824, SELECTOR DUB NARCOTIC
(Nocturnal, 1800 W Burnside) Because zine publishers are, in a way, modern swashbucklers, it's only natural that the kickoff for this year's Portland Zine Symposium would be a pirate party. Come dressed as your fave buccaneer and get down to some punky party music. The Amalgamated Everlasting Union Chorus Local 824 rarely makes appearances, though, so perhaps you should instead dress up as Joe Hill in homage. JULIANNE SHEPHERD



GODDAMN GENTLEMEN, THE AFFLICTIONS, THE MERE MORTALS
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) Once you add a sax into a rock band I don't think you can call it a rock band anymore. You can call it a big band, or a marching band, but not a rock band. Although I usually shy away from the horn/call themselves rock bands, the Afflictions have an interesting sound. Their singer is attitude Brit-punk guy, their sax is fast, and they keyboards and guitar are fiery. They're sort of like the Squirrel Nut Zippers, but way less hokey. KATIE SHIMER



DJ HERMANO, DJ SAFI, DJ KALEV
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) DJ Safi will spin her usual mélange of Afro-rock, new wave, hot indie numbers, and jazz-inflected downtempo. I ask you, how can one woman possibly be so fabulous? JS



GYPSY CAB, DJ ANJALI
(Fez, 316 SW 11th) Drawing inspiration from gypsy and continental jazz music, The Gypsy Cab has played around town for years. Particularly pleasing is violinist Eddie Parente, whose calloused and gnarled fingers generate beautiful squeals and floating melodies. If you love that old time acoustic swing, or even if you like the soundtrack from the movie Sweet and Lowdown, this quartet is highly recommended. PLUS BELLYDANCERS. STEVE LANNING



WOLF COLONEL, RED PONY CLOCK, THE BADGER KING, THANKSGIVING
(Meow Meow, 520 SE Pine) The Red Pony Clock is an actual mini-orchestra, made up of dandies (playing clarinet, vibes, guitar, drums, triangle, etc.) whose premiere influence appears to be Of Montreal. Subvert the cultural amnesia with Portland's electronic-Broadway concept duo, The Badger King, whose full operatic extravaganza will finally debut at PICA's time-based arts festival this fall. Singer/screamer Ritchey recently sprained her foot; That's what you call "singing from the diaphragm." JS



JORMA KAUKONEN
(Aladdin, 3017 SE Milwaukie) One of the only original members to escape the Jefferson Airplane crash unscathed, guitarist Jorma Kaukonen didn't accompany Grace Slick, Marty Balin, and Paul Kantner as they blasted off into suck-rock space with Starship. Instead, he launched the original unplugged band, Hot Tuna. An inventive fingerpicking jam juggernaut that could play eight-hour gigs without boring even drug-free spectators, Hot Tuna could also convert its acoustic-blues magic into solid studio efforts: Its three-decade-long discography contains no real duds. ANDREW MILLER



FRIDAY 8/1

THE SPITS, FLESHIES, RACEBANNON, BOTTLES AND SKULLS
(Ash Street, 225 SW Ash) Bottles and Skulls' music is a Black Flag-style look at the world with songs like "All My Friends Are Evil" and "I Dissect Humans," which have the bruise-colored heaviness of a Sabbath record, the breakneck tempo and aggressive delivery of early Southern California hardcore, and an intensity that goes worlds beyond your typical three-chord crap. With a lineup like this one, though, you'd be an asshole to miss this evening's entertainment--just ask Jones. JENNIFER MAERZ



LOST SOUNDS, THE HUNCHES, STARANTULA, ROBOTS IN DISGUISE
(Blackbird, 3728 NE Sandy) Starantula--starring Seantos, the half-fruity jumpsuit dude with backup--releases their new CD. A mixture of heavy metal constructions, ancient electronic noises, Moog keyboard, attitude, and the scruffy vocals of an Elvis impersonator, their show is nothing if not a spectacle. KS



QUEENSRYCHE, DREAM THEATRE, FATES WARNING
(Schnitzer) It takes a special bill to make a rock-operatic metal group with a history of conspiracy-minded concept albums seem like the model of restraint, but this tour does the trick. Headliners Queensryche once weaved lovelorn nuns, assassination attempts and drug addiction into a cohesive behemoth called Operation: Mindcrime. That disc, along with much of the band's catalog, was reissued with extra tracks earlier this year, an onslaught on which Queensryche capitalized with its brand-new release Tribe. By contrast, Dream Theatre could easily weave all of those plotlines and more into a single song, with some of its marathon-metal opuses clocking in at 30 minutes or more. A MILLER



MARK FARINA
(Ohm, 31 NW 1st) Mark Farina is best known for his downtempo Mushroom Jazz mixes. He'll be spinning house grooves tonight, and because of his popularity, he'll probably rally a decent crowd of electro-geeks and dance enthusiasts. KS



VIA TANIA
(B Complex, 320 SE 2nd) Female vocals layered over sample- and synth-driven downtempo beats is a frequently enjoyable but clichéd formula. That said, the formula is improved upon, if not altered by, Via Tania. On her latest album, Under a Different Sky, the Australian-born, Chicago-dwelling songstress Tania May-Bowers gets backed by a cast of Chicago avant all-stars (including members of Tortoise, Prefuse 73, and husband/engineer/producer Casey Rice). Her exquisite cast and crew make appropriately minimal and breezy backdrops for her subdued delivery. What the music lacks in excitement and energy, it makes up for in mood--it's somewhat sad and soft, and at times you're not sure if her voice will disappear before she finishes a line. AARON MILES



HEM, LEONA NAESS
(Dante's) Like Fiona Apple, Leona Naess is an acclaimed songwriter prone to damning her albums with dumb names. 2001's I Tried To Rock You but You Would Only Roll was more compelling than its giggly title implied, delving deep into damaged relationships while drum machines jack-hammered behind Naess' strums. Likewise, tourmate Hem's Rabbit Songs isn't as hare-brained as it sounds, pairing deceptively upbeat arrangements with songwriter Dan Messé's downcast lyrics in a manner reminiscent of the Eels. There's an important twist, though; instead of Messé singing his own words with a smirk, he appoints vocal duties to chanteuse Sally Ellyson. Naess is dating Ryan Adams, so to determine whether he's in the house, be sure to yell "Summer of '69" during intermissions. A MILLER



LYNDSAY DIARIES, TOKYO ROSE, MARK CLEAVER, OLIVER
(Meow Meow) A quick visit to my new favorite website (www.christianrocklyrics.com) shows The Lyndsay Diaries sing the mighty song of our Lord and Savior. But unlike, say, DC Talk, The Lyndsay Diaries (aka one sad-sacked boy named Scott Windsor) represent the emo contingent of our Lord's badass CD collection. Ironically, my personal concept of hell is attending an open-mic night at a Christian College, which is why I wouldn't attend this show if they were giving out money and drugs to all in attendance. It's a bit depressing, but given the complete lack of quality in modern Christian music, it's not surprising to see that the Lyndsay Diaries do indeed have a following--thus providing the answer to the scariest question ever: what could possibly be worse than Dashboard Confessional? CARMELO MARTINEZ



THE OLD HAUNTS, FROM MONUMENT TO MASSES, HEADPHONE, LIFE AT THESE SPEEDS
(Million, 126 NE Russell) Without lyrics, it's a pretty difficult task to come off as a political band. Take away the slogans--from "Fight the Power" to "I Ain't Marching Anymore"--and you're left with an audience that must form its own opinions from a musical open slate. Such is the case with San Francisco's From Monument To Masses, a radically political band that also happens to be primarily instrumental. The only spoken words appearing in their music are those sampled from leftist speakers throughout history, thus providing a intelligent mix of literature and music, or the audio equivalent of reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X while enjoying your favorite Tortoise album. CM



SATURDAY 8/2

SOVIET, VANISHING KIDS, JACKIE
(Blackbird) New York City's Soviet is a clandestine synth-pop troupe that has built a substantial following over the last couple of years by paying homage to the sounds of Depeche Mode and their early '80s ilk. (Their last record, We Are Eyes, We are Builders, could have easily been released in 1982.) While Soviet's music is perhaps more sober and emotional in nature, the band has a knack for shaking it up live. SL



SOUL EXPLOSION: DANIMAL, AGENT 00 SOUL
(Susie Wong's, 205 NW 4th) DJ Danimal's moniker may sound like the most chotched-out fratboy you ever laid eyes on, but when was the last time you had your soul exploded? Certainly you've had your soul SAVED by our Lord Jesus Christ (right? RIGHT!!?), but not even the Son of God can EXPLODE your soul. Only Danimal and his cohort 00 Soul have the power to do that. Wow. Who would've thought? Danimal + 00 Soul = More powerful than Jesus. Have mercy! JUSTIN WESCOAT SANDERS



OH SISTER, WHERE ART THOU?
(Green Room, 2280 NW Thurman) A ton of bluegrass and roots-influenced acts converge for a benefit for the West Women's & Children's Shelter, which battles domestic violence. The two-day event features the Flat Mountain Girls, Petty Cash, Little Sue, and just about every other local twang-team you can think of. JWS



TRIBAL QUEST NORTHWEST
(Hollywood) This weekend, the town is occupied by a squadron of belly dancers and tribal musicians, so if you have any gypsy fantasies, then abandon your antiperspirant for some of these bacchanalian festivities. Tonight's show is the big one, and will also feature a cabal of vendors and henna artists, adding to the quasi-Moroccan marketplace vibe. Dancers from all over the country will present tribal bellydancing, folkloric, tribal, and gypsy dances. MARJORIE SKINNER



LADIES NIGHT W/DJ ZIG ZAG, THE MIGHTY JUGGERNAUT, DJ BLES ONE
(Crystal) Kinda scary speculating what "ladies night" means to DJ Zig Zag considering the amount of gratuitous ass he embosses on his flyers, but I'm pro-booty and anyway, anybody with the organizational wherewithal to undertake an event as giant as HipHop Tonight is okay by me. B-boys and b-girls never leave home without DJ Bles One's floor-tailored breaks--he even has a new record, Massive Monkees Soundtrack, named after the Pacific Northwest's most outstanding breakdance crew. JS



OneLineDrawing, Acceptance, Red Tape, Lessick
(Meow Meow) Originally my plan was to point out how amazing Onelinedrawing (Jonah Matranga) is and how wonderful some of his songs are, but of all the times I've written about the ex-Far singer, I've neglected to call attention to one fact: The dude is dead sexy! MEGAN SELING



SUPERSPRITE, STRATEGY, DJ BROKEN WINDOW
(Stumptown Downtown, 128 SW 3rd) Mixing ephemeral electronics with a toasty-sweet pop rubdown, Supersprite knows how to throw a summer make-out party. Meanwhile, Strategy takes a break from drumming in local rocktronica supertrio Nudge to perform one of his last shows of the summer--a sneak preview of material from his forthcoming release on Kranky Records (you know, home of Godspeed, Out Hud, Stars of the Lid, Low, etc.). As for DJ Broken Window--we like him so much, we reviewed his mash-up record twice. JS



SUNDAY 8/3

CLEVELAND STEAMERS, DJS PAPERCUTS, SNEAKERS
(Ash Street) The Cleveland Steamers are Gen.Erik and local emcee/hero Mic Crenshaw, apparently rapping with the force of a freight train. JWS



TOKYO SEX DESTRUCTION, PEARLENE, LION FEVER
(Meow Meow) Tokyo Sex Destruction cops the screamy, R&B/soul/garage-grit steez of the Make-Up and injects it with black-power politics. The video for their song "Break-Out Town" juxtaposes the band playing live with stock footage of both the Black Panthers and what appears to be an old go-go TV show. If they were American I'd be more inclined to think they were fetishizing old images in the same way Urban Outfitters marketed Che Guevara's face on a t-shirt. But they're from Spain, where racism against Africans is generally in its germinate form, and where the soul of politics hasn't been completely deadened by the corporate monarchy. Word up to Tokyo Sex Destruction. JS



FORGIVE ME FATHER
(Holocene) It's like going to confession. In lieu of absolution, though, you'll get bumped at this queer danceparty, which will no doubt be hotter than an altar boy in a rubber vestment. JS



MONDAY 8/4

THE SICK LIPSTICK, AN ALBATROSS, ALARMIST, HUX, SAMUS ARAN
(Nocturnal) After seeing San Francisco's brilliant K.I.T. a few weeks ago, no noisy band with a spastic cheerleader of a singer can even compare--however, The Sick Lipstick comes close. Vocalist Lindsey Gillard sounds like she's binging on helium and/or has the physical make-up of a kewpie doll, squeegee-ing lyrics such as "knit stitch/pearl stitch/sock stitch/crotch itch." Her bandmates spin the chunky, keyboard-based rhythmic noise that's de rigueur in the underground--we've heard it all before, but it's tight, and played with an appropriately grinding nervous energy. Mostly, you'll wanna check out Gillard, because judging from the timbre and range of her voice, she may very well be the world's tiniest living woman. JS



WOW & FLUTTER, POTOMAC ACCORD, TRANSMISSIONARY SIX, MINMAE
(Blackbird) With a new record, Spooked, on the gentle, local label FILMGuerrero, Transmissionary Six (Paul Austin of the Willard Grant Conspiracy and Terri Moeller of the Walkabouts) is ready to play some gigs. Their music is slow and haunting, like the wind across a Texas prairie, where I'm just a little lost, but keepin' on. JWS



NORAH JONES, RICHARD JULIAN
(Schnitzer) However obvious it is to hate on Norah Jones, you have to give her credit for capturing the zeitgeist of George W. Bush's America--only a gluttonous, bloated, and complacent society would actually purchase 7 million copies of the mind-numbing, soulless fake jazz that characterizes Come Away With Me. The only other place with a comparable societal disorder appears to be Britain--a country that allegedly enjoys Robbie Williams. At least Robbie comes with a light show. JS



TUESDAY 8/5

DEAR NORA, BELLA FEA, SNOW FAIRIES, SAUVIE ISLAND MOON ROCKET FACTORY
(Blackbird) Rose Bochansky, the lead singer of Philadelphia's Snow Fairies, has a voice that's sweeter than honey--perfect for the upbeat ear candy the Fairies purvey. On their new record, Feel You Up, her vocals are married to well-fashioned indiepop arrangements--songs silly and light-hearted in topic. SL



RACHEL JACOBS, THE ONLINE ROMANCE, THE SNUGGLE-UPS, MAPQUEST TO YOUR HEART
(Stumptown on Division, 8 pm) Never has a show been so completely internet-reliant without actually using computers in its performance. MapQuest to Your Heart is the debut of Eleanor Whitney and Skeleton Coast's Steve Gevurtz, The Online Romance is Jack Saturn, The Snuggle-Ups make campy/fun sub-electro. Rachel Jacobs sings earnest acoustic guitar-based music that is actually good--catchy, snarled, passionate, and way transcendent of your usual myopic/solipsistic open-mic crizzle. And she has a website. JS



WORMWOOD, FALL OF THE BASTARDS, WE SHOULD DIE, TRUCULENCE
(Embalming Room) With an album title like Where Dead Hang from Trees, you know that Fall of the Bastards, an extreme black metal outfit, are serious about something. If you crave unbridled hate with your music and shrieking guitars that mimic the shrieking of your tortured soul, you know a band called We Should Die can help you out. KS



WEDNESDAY 8/6

C.O.C.O, THE ODMONKIS, THE ARM
(Berbati's) I hope The Arm is the actual Arm from Twin Peaks doing a solo set. If not, at least there's a "Bob" in the elusive C.O.C.O., whose skeletal, bass-and-drums funk rhythms are great live for awhile, even if the lady's vocals are weak-ish. You'll be molested despite yourself. JS



GIDDY MOTORS, WADSWORTH
(Blackbird) Giddy Motors play chaotic, sax-inflected, urgent post-punk that will please fans of Shellac, Sweep the Leg Johnny, and free jazz. They just released Make It Pop, which was recorded by Steve Albini. People should really stop using Steve's name as a measure of credibility, cause let's face it, the man's a recording ho. He'll record anyone. Giddy Motors, however, I like, though I'm not sure that dudes playing difficult, muscled post-punk is all that interesting anymore. JS