THURSDAY 5/27

SONDRE LERCHE, CHARLOTTE MARTIN
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) HE'S SO INDESCRIBABLY RADIANT! Come see barely legal Norwegian pop sensation Sondre Lerche decorate the dirty catacombs of Dante's with his scintillating vocal stylings. Raised on the '80s! Sounds like: sparkly-smooth musical geniuses from the Beach Boys to Milton Nascimento. Glow-in-the-dark melodies! Irresistable face! The stuff daydreams are made of! EVAN JAMES



THE DECEMBERISTS, THE LONG WINTERS, THE PLACES
(Aladdin, 3017 SE Milwaukie) It seems only a short time ago that Colin Meloy was delivering his songs under the dripping basement ceilings of Portland house parties. A few years later, his band The Decemberists are one of P-town's more successful outfits, and their music has evolved into a more Euro style, interestingly. Much has been said of the folky, organ-embellished beauty of the songs, and their storyteller quality. But you've most likely already heard that before (or are already totally played on them), but if you haven't, check them out tonight in an appropriately sit-down setting. These are your people. MARJORIE SKINNER



THE ROOTS, JEAN GRAE, SKILLZ, BOSKO FEAT SIREN'S ECHO & DJ CHILL, MARTIN LUTHER
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) The Roots shout out their major label on their new single ("Don't Say Nuthin'," which has a brilliantly mush-mouthed chorus to underscore its title). Black Thought raps, "Geffen Records, I'm off the handle/ Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil/ Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled." It seems to suggest that the Okayplayers' new record, the Tipping Point, may depart from the guitar-heaviness of Phrenology, especially with the single's ready-to-burn-up-the-radio, sweaty, mini-beats. With that, and the launch of their own label The Roots may yet have a banner year--especially considering Phrenology, a trusty, excellently-played disappointment. JULIANNE SHEPHERD



BIG BANG CIRKUS, ANBOT RODROID, DRATS!!!, QUIET COUNTRIES
(Fez, 316 SW 11th) With the same vocal, theatrical growl-timbre as Jello Biafra or Lee Ving (but with gutter humor more akin to the latter), Drats!!!' Suicide Candy EP contains punky, grodily fun songs about hot thighs and art-school casualties. Quirky, sometimes-abrasive, Dr. Demento-fodder stuff whose point is best digested with a 40 of MGD. JS



METROPHYSICS: THE SNUGGLE UPS, HOTT PINK, DJ GINSU, DJ LINOLEUM, DTMF
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) See MWBW pg 19



LAUREL BRAUNS, RECLINERLAND, JOHN VECCHIARELLI
(Red & Black, 2138 SE Division) Laurel Brauns comes and goes like the wind, pumping out new songs and albums in Portland, then floating over to the East Coast where her well-attended gigs garner enough cash to pay off the studio debt. She's back this week, but only the good Lord (and probably, I suppose, her) knows for how long, so catch her while you can. Her infectious warbles roll sleepily from place to place, the lyrics winding through little pockets of America like road songs for the weary traveler returning home. It's great drinking music, great head-bobbing music, and great just-sit-there-and-listen-with-a-shit-eating-grin music. JUSTIN WESCOAT SANDERS



HINT HINT, DETACHMENT KIT, RECALL-SEVEN, WET CONFETTI
(Berbati's, 10 SW 3rd) The Hint Hint kids are post-punk archeologists. They've got the stormy piano over semi-conscious "angularity" that feels all Joy Divisiony. There are hints--haw haw--of Wire and My Bloody Valentine. There's even chaos via Casio. And like good archeologists, these Hint-diana Joneses evade the wicked Nazis, poison darts, and steamrollering giant boulders of their profession. That is, they top their post-punk fetishizing peers by being instinctual, passionate, and not overly encyclopedic. Ditto for Detachment Kit. ADAM GNADE



VENERABLE SHOWERS OF BEAUTY GAMELAN
(Aurora, 5433 NE 30th) The gamelan is a traditional Indonesian set of tuned bronze percussion instruments. If you've never seen one or heard one live, YOU SHOULD--IT'S AMAAAZING. Arrangements range from the poignantly simple to the mind-bogglingly complex. The ensemble draws from the Portland-area community and Lewis & Clark students, so you'll miss out on some of the cultural hilarity: Indonesian musicians like to sabotage one another during performances as a practical joke, and audience members are prone to heckling and general disregard for stuffy Western concert etiquette. Don't miss the opportunity for a culturally expansive and beautiful experience. EJ



SPARTA, ENGINE DOWN, ALL STATE CHAMPIONS
(Nocturnal, 1800 E Burnside) At The Drive-In jokes are so 2000. But, gah, the fun we had! The hair jokes! The digs at Afro #1's stage moves! The mofreakin' Rage comparisons! Now, Sparta is the side of ATDI that didn't incur our good-humored wrath. They were the boring ones. Their hair: bland. Their weight: normal, healthy. Their shtick: composed. Misters Jim Ward, Tony Hajjar, and Paul Hinojos gave us nothing to work with, nothing to roast in the emo chatrooms. And, as Sparta, they're doin' the same thing. They make "emotional" rock with nary the guts to stand up and either face ridicule or be great. ADAM GNADE



BRAZILIAN NIGHT: XEVENOVA & SAMBELADA
(Buffalo Gap, 6835 SW Macadam ) Brazilian music should be important to you. Brazilian musicians have affected significant social and political change in some of the country's most culturally repressed eras. Furthermore, Brazil has produced some of the world's most unparalleled vocal talents. If you've never met anyone from the Brazilian community in Portland (or knew there was one), there will be plenty of them here. The house gets packed with traditional dancing, live musicians, and a percussion band. This is damn impressive percussion, and they're bound to have one of those drums that sounds like a gorilla. EJ



FRIDAY 5/28

DONOVAN FRANKENREITER, AMELIA
(Fez Ballroom, 316 SW 11th) I'd love to talk shit on Donovan Frankenreiter, but there's something holding me back--he looks EXACTLY like my dad circa 1979. There's the beach-tousled shag hairdo, the sandy Sgt. Peppers mustache, the earth shoes and colored cord pants. So, as much as homeboy sounds like Phish without skills, and as much as his lyrics laze around all weed-glazed, and as much as his "music" career rests on the laurels of being a famous professional surfer--not to mention his ties with fellow surfer-singer dude Jack Johnson--I can't say a bad thing about the man. AG



SCARLET, ZAO, MISERY SIGNALS, TWELVE TRIBES
(Nocturnal, 1800 E Burnside) See MWBW pg 19



CASCADIA: DJ SLIP, SAMUEL KIRKLAND, THEPERFECTCYN
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) In light of Ellen Allien's tragic, HEART-SKEWERING lack of visa-getting, the cancelled Berlinette's openers trudge on: theperfectcyn and Samuel Kirkland, noted electro DJs from Portland and Seattle, respectively; and DJ Slip, something of a local legend, a Portland techno DJ/producer whose collaborators include Christian Vogel and Freddie Fresh, and whose own lengthy discography is far more impressive. JS



CAT POWER, DOLOREAN
(Aladdin, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Cat Power's a big baby who can't perform two songs without bursting into tears. Give me any day the smooth cool of Portland's own Al James, the frontman for Dolorean. His work attains an almost epic level of beauty, soft guitar and vocal strains climbing slowly and carefully towards a glorious light that only he can see. JWS



SMEGMA, SHORTWAY, PLANS VS THE SEA, BRIAN KENNY FRESNO, DJT, DJE
(Conan's, 3862 SE Hawthorne) Modern-day bands with a "grunge" sound always get a bad rap. Why? Because they're ripping off Soundgarden, and Pearl Jam, and Alice in Chains. But if you think about it, bands with a grunge style could have been composing songs back when Alice in Chains first got big. And furthermore, nobody gets mad when punk bands rip right from the '70s. Anyway, sorry it's taking so long to get to my point, but Shortway definitely has a grunge sound: Heavy, dirgy guitars, vocals quite similar to the late Layne Staley, and an overall sound that would have gone perfect in early '90s Seattle. Take from that what you will, but I think they're pretty damn good. KATIE SHIMER



HELL'S BELLES, THE HITCH, MOS GENERATOR
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) Hell's Belles are a safe bet. Not only do they have the hook of being the world's premiere all-female AC/DC cover band, but they never seem to run out of energy for wiping ass all over stage. The Hitch, from Humboldt County, are sort of funnily doomy, with melodramatic vocals and a lumbering, menacing metal dirge. Horns up, folks, horns up. MS



BAD JUJU, CHINATOWN, LOVELY, CHAMPAGNE GIL AND THE COWBOYS
(Sabala's, 4811 SE Hawthorne) If you like Posion Idea, The Riffs, or Defiance, you might see some familiar faces in the lineup of Bad JuJu, a virtual Portland punk all-star team. Chinatown are a hair band from Tacoma, which just might be brilliant. Plus, our Lovely will bust their stage move beauty. Should be a nice, well-rounded evening of variously fashionable rock genres. MS



RICK BAIN, ROULETTES
(Slabtown, 1033 NW 16th) Check out Rick Bain, of former Rick Bain and the Genius Position fame. Now gone solo, devotees of his songwriting can see him stripped-down, which is a total treat. The Roulettes are playing too. They're a girl band in the purest sense. And I'm not trivializing girl bands, they are. MS



SATURDAY 5/29

COOL NUTZ, THARA MEMORY, DARRELL GRANT, THE ORIGINAL CATS OF JAZZ, N-TOUCH
(Dishman, 77 NE Knott) Hiphop and jazz are interconnected, beyond their common birth as art forms invented by African Americans. Some of Portland's best purveyors of rap, and stellar jazz and soul musics, take you on an audio learning session, via demonstration and collaboration. JS



DESERT CITY SOUNDTRACK, WOKE UP FALLING, ASKELETON, THE KITE EATING TREE
(Tonic, 3100 NE Sandy) Like the The Postal Service, sans the whole Pet Shop Boys thing, Askeleton brings the crunchy beats and bleep-bleep pop to a well-structured indie sound. While their "featuring the brother of the guy from Minus the Bear" selling point isn't as mighty as what the Postal Service has to offer, Askeleton is a real treat on tonight's solid collection of booming indie rock. EZRA ACE CARAEFF



TRANS AM, LES GEORGES LENINGRAD, MOVIES
(Berbati's, 10 SW 3rd) See CD review pg 21, Music pg 21



KIESKAGATO, BLITZEN TRAPPER, JUNIOR PRIVATE DETECTIVE
(Nocturnal, 1800 E Burnside) Hot on the heels of their first major independent release, You Are the One Who Can (Iconic Rocket), Kieskagato continues coming into their own as a for-real trippy pop band. There is Flaming Lips here and there is Radiohead here (especially in Josh Vasby's quavery croon), but really who DOESN'T rip off those bands? And when you do it well, then throw in some brass to boot, some bitchin' trumpets and some totally original melody hooks like Kieskagato does... well, that's something real nice. JWS



ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY STARRING TRES GONE, NATE, LAST REGIMENT DRUM CORPS, ELVIS
(Voodoo Doughnut, 22 SW 3rd) Celebrate the nation's oddest doughnut shop's birthday! That's right, the bakers at Voodoo have been stuffing Tang-flavored doughnuts into the mouths of stumbling drunks for a whole year, and they're going stronger than ever. Tonight some of your favorite Portland eccentrics perform for the 12 or so people who can fit into Voodoo's space. JWS



JENO & GARTH
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Heads will flock to this night, as Holocene is transformed into sweaty house mecca via SF-based DJ team Jeno & Garth. Expect a hot and funky variance on the genre disco/funk and of course, salivating dancers. JS



SASQUATCH
(The Gorge) See Music pg 25



SUNDAY 5/30

NATIONAL TAP DANCE DAY: SHOEHORN AND HIS BAND
(Tiffany Center, 1410 SW Morrison) See MWBW pg 19



TORTOISE, BEANS, THE ETERNALS
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) See Music pg 22



STYX, PETER FRAMPTON, KANSAS, BLUE OYSTER CULT
(The Gorge) 1978's greatest concert ever. PB



TIGER SAW, BRENDEN MASEI W/ EVERYTHING IS FINE, LAUREL BRAUNS
(Disjecta, 116 NE Russell) Tiger Saw is one of those projects where you don't know how many people are going to be involved until you show up, thanks to songwriter Dylan Metrano's constantly revolving associates and collaborators. Generally, the songs are delicate and sweet; even in more forceful moments, the touch is light. Brendon Masei is a modern-day roving musician one might imagine wandering down dusty highways with nothin' but a guitar and a banjo on his back. His songs are touching and ever so country, if a tiny bit mumbly. MS



MONDAY 5/31

JOHNNY CONNOLLY
(Moon & Sixpence, 2014 NE 42nd) I hope I don't have to go around defending the accordion anymore. It should be apparent that it's now "cool" to like accordions. Plus, if you can't stand the big wheezy ones, check out Johnny, a virtuoso from Ireland, who plays a nice petit button accordion. Just hang out, listen to him jam; it's real casual. MS



TUESDAY 6/1

THORN CITY IMPROV STARRING GENUS PRO, SHAYDO, DJ SNEAKERS
(Ash Street, 225 SW Ash) See MWBW pg 19



REUBENS' ACCOMPLICE
(Meow Meow, 320 SE 2nd) Here's the picture Reubens' Accomplice paints in my mindÉ girls wearing Mary Janes and socks, linking arms, and swaying back and forth. They tour with the likes of Promise Ring and Jimmy Eat World, and play pop, but fail to produce any real pop hook; they're just kind of wimpy. Then again, they're better than a lot of that crappy kid music. KS



PRIMUS
(Portland Expo Center, 2060 N Marine Dr.) Yes, it's the band every boy loves and the band every girl can't stand. Go ahead and yell at me if I'm wrong. Anyway, their latest thing is that they play the entirety of one of their albums when they tour. This time it's Frizzle Fry. KS



THE MONEYCHANGERS, FUNCTIONAL BLACKOUTS, THE FLIP-TOPS
(Twilight, 1420 SE Powell) Imagine if the Clone Defects corrupted the Riverboat Gamblers from a nice buncha wild beer-drinkin' punks into a noisier, dirtier, and faster fleet of loud, fast rules dudes. You'd have something close to the Functional Blackouts, a Chicago garage punk band that speeds through their songs like taking any breath deeper than a gasp for air would be a party foul, the kind of band that, when you're just listening to their CD, makes you feel the amps crashing, the pores soaking in sweat, and the lysergic acid damaging the brain. This is the first of two times these guys will be here over the next month, and this show promises to be crazy. JENNIFER MAERZ



WEDNESDAY 6/2

ACID MOTHERS TEMPLE & THE MELTING PARADISO UFO, SUBARACHNOID SPACE
(Berbati's, 10 SW 3rd) See Music pg 21



PLAYBOY 50TH ANNIVERSARY CLUB TOUR
(Crystal, 1332 W Burnside) Playboy bunnies, models, Playboy memorabilia, and word has it, celebrities. That bouncy floor might come in handy tonight. KS



HONDA CIVIC TOUR STARRING DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL, THRICE, THE GET UP KIDS, VAL EMMICH
(Portland Expo, 2060 N Marine Dr) Regardless of how much currency pimpin' detailing, Dashboard logo, cool painted flames and Chris Carrabba signatures carry in the emo-platinum world--or whether you write his name all over your notebook flanked with little hearts--this is straight-up for the fans: Dashboard Confessional's Chris Carrabba is using your emotional attachment to his songs to sell Hondas. JS