THURSDAY 8/28

WEDNESDAYS, ELECTRIC EYE
(Ash Street, 225 SW Ash) For the daring: Electric Eye hurls riff-based bombast tonight. Destroying the audience with classic rock drenched in the sweat and toil of punk, the fervor with which they play will make you forget about the obvious comparisons. LANCE CHESS



BONFIRE MADIGAN, MOLOTOV MOUTHS
(Red & Black, 2138 SE Division, 7 pm) The Bay Area's cello-belting Madigan Shive plays it solo tonight, in combination with the political spoken word ensemble Molotov Mouths, who release a book on Manic D Press. And, if you show up at 4 pm, you can catch a special matinee, sci-fi shadow puppet show featuring Jars of Mold/Fire Scar productions. JULIANNE SHEPHERD



SUPAGROUP, NATRONS, FEVERPITCH
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) You know the Supersuckers? Supagroup's like that, but with less cred. JOAN HILLER



CAUSTIC RESIN, DUTCH FLAT, BUG GIRL, THE BEE'S KNEES
(Blackbird, 3728 NE Sandy) Caustic Resin weave psych swells and monotone vocals into their Pink Floyd (and Sabbath) influences. They're talented, though--that's what's kept them going for 10 years--and their homage isn't too hippie or too rip-off for comfort. They go in plenty of directions, with guitar squeals everywhere, and their heavy metal meltdowns are utterly legendary. KATIE SHIMER



BANDS AGAINST BUSH: POISON IDEA, TORTURE COOKIES, SPIDER MOCCASIN, STINK & LINGER
(Nocturnal, 1800 E Burnside) Commemorating the 20th anniversary of Rock Against Reagan, folks all over the world have been organizing Bands Against Bush, a simultaneous outdoor protest in which bands play to oppose the Bush Administration. (The Portland chapter is locatable via internet:

www.babpdx.org .) Tonight is a benefit; the raucous and bloody punk of self-flagellators Poison Idea headlines. JS



TROPHY WIFE, MEA CULPA, I KNOW KUNG FU
(Tonic, 3100 NE Sandy) Mea Culpa model their political punk after bands like the Clash and Dead Kennedys, with a little hint of that country punk that will never ever die. Trophy Wife are headed by Karen Feldner, who explores chick issues while playing guitar, keyboards, and harmonica. KS



DANDY WARHOLS
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) The Dandy Warhols are the guys that tried to sleep with my French girlfriend back in '91 when they were in really cool bands like Beauty Stab and Nero's Rome. Now Courtney Taylor2 drags his hesitant bandmates back to his New Romantic roots with the new album Welcome to the Monkey House. Duran2 guys Nick Rhodes and Simon Le Bon helped out on the decidedly new wave (and very NOW) sound of the new disc. What really blew my mind, though, was the uncanny blending of the Velvet Underground & Nico and Sticky Fingers album covers. A zippered banana is sexy. Courtney with just ONE last name is sexier. TED THIEMAN



FRIDAY 8/29

LIGHTHEADED, REDCLOUD, SHARLOCK POEMS
(Nocturnal) How often have you watched an emcee admonish his audience for not being immediately pumped, hollering angrily from the stage, "THE ENERGY YOU GIVE TO US, WE'RE GIVING BACK TO YOU?!" A bizillion times, right? Well, with LightHeaded--a quartet based in Saskatoon, Seattle, and Portland--it's the other way around; these dudes provide such a well of dizzy energy and palpable idealism, the audience can't help but return the favor. Their album, Pure Thoughts, was released by MF Grimm's Day By Day Entertainment label, home of Count Bass D, Prophetix, Megalon, Cadence, etc. If the recorded material's any indication, LightHeaded is one of the most positive hiphop groups EVER, brimming with this all-encompassing vibe of unfettered joy that's surely amplified by producer Muneshine's outpouring of feelgood soul and funk. They're positive in the same way De La Soul used to be, asserting, "it's not where you're from, it's about where your heart is/pure optimism/ when you got the rhythm of life," and repping for the ladies on a virtually unheard-of, celibacy-is-ok track: "true love/ain't all about your banging body and skin." This infectious energy, combined with solid cadences and great beats, culminate in a hiphop show not to be missed. JS



THE STARTING LINE, HOMEGROWN, THE EARLY NOVEMBER, SENSES FAIL, ALLISTER
(Crystal, 1332 W Burnside) I'll keep this quick: all of these bands are outright terrible. Drive Thru Records whom this tour is named after, is a pseudo-indie (with endless major label ties) that rapes years of punk ethics and sound in order to bastardize the scene and turn a profit by pushing their bands to the appropriate target market and demographic. The only thing not easy to define here is why these bands have any semblance of popularity. I know thinking can be hard, but don't these kids know they're getting ripped off? CARMELO MARTINEZ



DERRICK CARTER, JAMES CAPRICORN
(Level, 13 NW 6th) Level, Portland's de facto "superclub," has gone from hosting local DJs to hosting some of the most sought-after talent touring the post-rave circuit. A house music purist might pooh-pooh many of these DJs as being too commercial or trancey (a condition akin to leprosy with the house set), but this time, there's absolutely no reason to complain. Derrick Carter is synonymous with Chicago house, having both worked at the legendary Gramophone Records and consistently (perhaps relentlessly) played club nights in his hometown and abroad over the last fifteen years. Lately, he's been making his way by producing house bootlegs of '80s hits, which he will no doubt blend into the requisite mix of songs that alternately get your hands in the air and, as they say in Chicago, "jack yo' body." ELLIOTT ADAMS



STONER HANDS OF DOOM
(Berbati's, 231 SW Ankeny) See Feature pg 17



TRIGGERS, HOLODECK MOSHPIT, GRAILS, HOLY SONS
(Blackbird) Celebrating or blubbering over the Blackbird's last days, Holy Sons wallow in the mire of listenable depression, and the Grails--formerly Laurel Canyon--exercise dramatic instrumentation with the dark, hypnotic sounds of guitar, drums, violin, and piano. KS



KID606, DJ /RUPTURE, DWAYNE SODAHBERK, NICE NICE
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) See Music pg 23



JOHN WIESE/YELLOW SWANS, GERRITT, BECKY AND ZANDER
(Kingdom, 3829 NE 15th) John Wiese of Bastard Noise collaborates with Yellow Swans tonight, which is a prospect to make even the most heroic boulders and giants quiver in their boots. Experimentation with the precepts of sound/noise will abound, and perhaps some rhythm will be thrown in, too. Gerritt, who runs the Misanthropic Agenda label, may keep the crackly soundscape a little more minimal, though that statement is purely relative to the aforementioned. JS



EL BUZZARD, THE JAILBIRDS, TINA,

THE KICKSTARTS
(Twilight, 1420 SE Powell) El Buzzard gives you a hardcore/ heavy metal blowout. Guitars and bass chug away, the singer yelling his guts out over music so loud and righteous that you will definitely be inspired to mosh. Don't wear your glasses, pussy. KS



BITE OF PORTLAND: DE LA SOUL, LIFESAVAS
(Waterfront Park) Sample-happy Portlander Jumbo the Garbageman and hood-savvy wordsmith Vursatyl didn't start out as emcees, but they sure are now; just try and open a mag without their mugs plastered inside. De La Soul headlines along with all the sausages, cod filet, and potato salad you can eat. JOAN HILLER



DEVORZHUM: FAITH AND DISEASE,

MORTAL CLAY, TO-KA-GE
(111, 111 SE Madison) Faith And Disease has been no passing fad, despite the acronym their silly name spells. They've been cruising along since 1991, thanks to persistent reinvention and creative dabbling. Now with their sixth album, Passport to Kunming on the shelves, the moody, Seattle-based act continues the trend, mixing some country twang with the trademark psychedelic ambient fuzz and singer Dara Rosenwasser's gorgeously eerie vocals. It's a given that the goths'll come out for this one, but it wouldn't hurt normal people to stop on by as well. JUSTIN WESCOAT SANDERS



PRIZEFIGHT, GOODBYE BLUE MONDAY, ENTER THE RACE, STAND OFF
(Paris) Both Prizefight and Goodbye Blue Monday are touring behind new records. Prizefight's self-titled freshie is Drive Like Jehu-core with alluring, thought-provoking song titles like "The Other Side of Sweden." (I mean, what is the other side of Sweden?) Goodbye Blue Monday's Next Time We Stop Breathing is 48 minutes and 5 seconds of magna-epic emotional rock that flirts with prog but just ain't slutty enough to go all the way. ADAM GNADE



SATURDAY 8/30

GOGOL BORDELLO, LION FEVER
(Dante's) Minstrels are hot in New York (see Devendra Banhart and that whole anti-folk thing). Sprawling collectives are blowing up all over indierock (see the New Pornographers, the Polyphonic Spree, Broken Social Scene, etc.). Combining the two seems like a no-brainer, right? Enter New York's Gogol Bordello, a self-described Ukrainian gypsy punk cabaret who would seem as comfortable performing at Las Vegas' Treasure Island as they would at a loft party. They're boisterous and fun and uneven, with lots of Eastern European-style dancing and members that includes an accordion player and a saxophonist. It's the kind of circus-act spectacle that can get tired in a little more than a hurry, but while the rush lasts, it's pure fun. ANDY WANG



GRINCH, FD, REECEE-G, 9 LIVES, LB, SANTO, MR. FLOSSY
(Paris, 6 SW 3rd) Portland-based rap and hiphop is what it's about tonight. Santotzin is the "indigenous original" of Brown Recluse, who rhymes eloquently about his Mexican heritage, as easily as he asks the "sexy young thangs/where's your man?" JS



IPRC BENEFIT: Y.A.C.H.T., THE DAISY CUTTERS, THE SENSUALISTS, CHERCHEZ LA FEMME, SKELETON COAST
(Nocturnal) Like the public library, the Independent Publishing Resource Center is one of the last bastions of socialist ideals in the United States. Okay... that was super melodramatic. However, where else but the IPRC can one learn to bookbind, letterpress, zine-publish, computer-use, etc., all for a nominal yearly fee? Benefit the IPRC tonight, and it benefits you forever. Y.A.C.H.T. will bring pure happiness with his audience participation-heavy, laptop dance numbers, as will The Sensualists' blissful pop music. And if you want the rock, have a dose of Cherchez la Femme, Skeleton Coast, or the Daisy Cutters--all entwined in IPRC love. JS



IWW BENEFIT STARRING MADGESDIQ, SIREN'S ECHO, WOMB DIALECTIC, GOOD SISTA/BAD SISTA
(Holocene) See MWBW pg 19



GRAVITY & HENRY, THE KEY, FEAR OF LITTLE MEN, STELLA*MARIE
(Ash Street) Tough Stella*Marie, whose songs are written by tough Lauren K. Newman, gets all Killer Riffage 5000 with screamy, sometimes lethargic-sounding lyrics, which call to mind early Courtney Love in the best way possible. Guitars are atonal now and again, but mostly it's about the aforementioned, borderline-metal, badassical riffage--if only Hole had had this much Black Sabbath. Gravity and Henry headline with a far less angry style of rock--their recent album, Sputnik: Traveling Companion, is comprised of layered, triumphant vocals and clean acoustic guitar lines--late-era posi-prog production--like the Mars Volta scoring Infinity Express at the OMSI Planetarium. JS



DEERHOOF, LIL POCKETKNIFE, THE PLANET THE, DEGENERATE ART ENSEMBLE
(Blackbird) Say goodbye to the lovely Blackbird tonight with Deerhoof (See Gushing pg 21), local art-prog trio The Planet The, Seattle performance art/out jazz spectacle Degenerate Art Ensemble, and Lil Pocketknife, an SF-based hiphop trio which features the amazing, inspirationally perky cheerleader singer of K.I.T. Also, au revoir to late-night vegan dining, what the eff. I may have to begin cooking actual meals. JS



THE HUNCHES, THE TRIGGERS, FLIP-TOPS
(Twilight) While the Twilight subscribes to a level of PBR worship I personally find appalling, it's still a fun, rowdy place to see a show (and they do serve Heineken). The Hunches, too, are perfect for the place, with a fierce, overdriven garage style, that's far more amazing than typical. KS



SUNDAY 8/31

THE ISLEY BROTHERS
(Crystal) People, the Isley Brothers' "Busted," off their new album, Body Kiss, is a four-minute anecdotal duet about a man catching his lover in a lie after she can't keep track of whether she was dancin' or shoppin' with Shanequa, Shaquan, and Robin. It is also the jam, and reason enough to go see the I-Bros (if not their 30-odd albums' worth of equally killer material). LAUREN VIERA



SHOD: LADIES NIGHT
(Berbati's) See Feature pg 17



MONDAY 9/1

THE NEW AMSTERDAMS, JESSE MALIN
(Nocturnal) Tonight: two punks who don't want to be punk anymore. New Amsterdams frontman Matt Pryor is still leader of the Get Up Kids, but he also wants to make it clear he's not a kid anymore. He's got a wife and daughter now, and the first and last songs on the New Amsterdams breezy new album Worse for the Wear are largely about how he's older now. Pryor now often talks about how aging has changed him, even though he's only, like, 26. Wonder what's going to happen when he's actually middle-aged. Jesse Malin was in D-Generation, a glam New York punk band that flickered a bit before burning out in the 1990s, and now he's got a Ryan Adams-produced solo album that sounds at times like John Mellencamp and Pete Yorn, which is not to say that it's bad. AW



TUESDAY 9/2

CAFÉ TACUBA
(Roseland) Café Tacuba's been making swinging pop music--an extra-fun mélange of traditional Mexican rock styles with such disparate reference points as hiphop, punk, and ska--for over 10 years from their home base in Mexico City. Their latest record, Cuatro Caminos, is guileless fun without baggage, but with lots of whistling, keytars, chanting, and heart-bursting, bodacious rhythms. Mega recommended. JS



TODD BARRY, WHY?, JANET PANTS DANS THEEATRE, BIRDSONGS OF THE BAUHAROQUE
(Holocene) Hiphop has spawned some skilled Jews (e.g., Beastie Boys, 3rd Bass, Paul Barman), but Cincinnati-born Yoni Wolf, aka why?, is the first kid from rabbinical stock to put a stamp on the Bronx's finest export. But seeing as why?'s latest solo disc, oaklandazulasylum comes from anticon records, hiphop signifiers are only obliquely alluded to. This album's more about shmoes than hoes, and why? sounds more like Tuli Kupferberg (of lo-fi hippie pervs the Fugs) than Eminem or Everlast. As part of cLOUDDEAD, whose self-titled 2001 album is an underground hiphop classic, why? provides the distinctive whine to that group's soupy psychedelic sound collages. His voice takes some getting used to, but once you do, you'll really hate it. But seriously, why?'s Midwestern nasality is the perfect vehicle for his odd thoughts, which come off like Woody Allen after reading the Beasties' Grand Royal fanzine. DAVE SEGAL



THE JEALOUS SOUND, ARMOR FOR SLEEP, BELIEVING IN JUNE
(Meow Meow) The Jealous Sound has made rock history! Get this, dudes, on JealousSound.com's message board not only can you leave messages, you can LEAVE DRAWINGS! Their new record, Kill Them With Kindness, is all dive-bombing guitar triumphization and radio-pop fungasms, but that drawing thing takes the cake. And what sweet icing it has. ADAM GNADE



WEDNESDAY 9/3

STORM & THE BALLS, VOODOO ORGANIST
(Dante's) A versatile instrument, the organ can add an angelic glow to hymns, an eerie atmospheric hum to horror movies and seedy soul to gritty garage rock. In the hands of Scott Wexton, the Voodoo Organist, it achieves all of these objectives on a single album, Exotic Demonic Blues. Wexton alternates between haunting and holy tones, incorporating upbeat instruments into his rollicking revival numbers and pumping up the percussion on his blues tunes. Like evident influences such as Screamin' Jay Hawkins and Tom Waits, he whistles through the graveyards, using his abundant charisma to persuade listeners to follow him into forbidden territory. ANDREW MILLER



GLOBAL FUNK COUNCIL, NIMBUS
(Goodfoot) If you haven't kicked it in the Goodfoot downstairs area by now, it's about time you did. The space is much bigger than you'd expect considering it's underground and all, and that includes a sizable dancing area. People have fun there, especially since the Goodfoot started getting some pretty decent musical acts. Tonight catch the groove of Global Funk Council's vibraphoned-out funk. It's whatever you dig, man; it's whatever you dig. JW