THURSDAY 7/8

THE START, KADDISFLY, THE AKAs, THE EMPTY
(Davey Jones' Locker, 5925 SE Foster) Like Glassjaw without all the shattered shards, Portland's Kaddisfly reinforces polished harmonies with solid-steel riffage. Its songs get heavy without burdening listeners with unwanted weight, thanks to unfailingly tuneful vocals and melodic arrangements that mask metal intent. On its website, Kaddisfly offers one of the most intriguing appraisals of an unreleased album ever, claiming its fall full-length is akin to "falling through an elevator shaft only to land on a cloud filled with unicorns and the possibility of knowing everything is ok." This seems reassuring, unless Kaddisfly means you'll be impaled on the unicorn's horn and come to the "everything's ok" realization in a desperate moment of existential tunnel-light grasping. You'll have to take the plunge to find out for sure. ANDREW MILLER



JEM
(Aladdin, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Welsh singer Jem Griffiths (or just "Jem," as she prefers) is a burgeoning smoothtronica star, a singer who makes contemporary adult alternative music as vanilla as a cream soda--and just as appealing for mainstream consumption. Her dreamy, breezy style recalls both Beth Orton and Dido, appeasing the easy-listening electronica fan with her loops of bedroom melodies and blandly soothing croon. JENNIFER MAERZ



SKAMPER, THE UNITS, NO-FI SOUL REBELLION
(Twilight, 1420 SE Powell) Consider this either a warning or a ringing endorsement, depending on your disposition. An evening with No-Fi Soul Rebellion will bring you closer to your fellow man than you may have counted on. This Bellingham karaoke duo is the proud parent of a populist gospel-disco-rock that's more concerned with the soul than the booty, although the flesh gets plenty of stimulation. While the lovely Andrea Heimer controls the sounds from the stage (via a contraption dubbed the "Soul System"), her husband and frontman, Mark, crashes through the fourth wall and into the crowd, dragging folks from their chairs to join their brethren on the floor. Like an Up with People version of G. G. Allin, Heimer can magically transform scowling, misanthropic hipsters into grinning, gregarious squares with a single sweaty hug. No-Fi's playful, irresistible funk forces good vibes on the audience against their will, and no one leaves a stranger. FRED BELDIN



KOFFIN KATS, TEXECUTIONERS, HIGH SPEED DEMONS
(Sabala's, 4811 SE Hawthorne) Koffin Kats are described as Detroit Psychobilly, which is apt. They take sing-songy punk vocals, slap them together with some quick, manic guitar and up-tempo drumming that makes for a package that goes well with running, jumping, and dancing. Save your workout for tonight, or buy a CD and do your step-aerobics to it tomorrow. After all, nothing cures a hangover better than exercise. KATIE SHIMER



THE DEAD SCIENCE, THE CARIBBEAN, DORIAN CAMPBELL AND THE SALOME STRINGS
(Jasmine Tree, 401 SW Harrison) The Dead Science continue to push themselves into adventurous territory. The ghostly wail of Sam Mickens is bewitching, mingled with the cavernous groans and siren shrieks of Jherek Bischoff's cello. Korum Bischoff's drums stammer and rush, capable of both fluid continuity and angular schizophrenia. These three know their instruments inside and out, and thus, are capable of skillful formal executions. One can easily see that, thanks to their stellar musicianship and flexible sound, this is a band that was meant to be together--a boon for the music world. EVAN JAMES



THE DAY SEND, HUSTLER WHITE, WALK WALK PINK
(Grand Central Bowl, 811 SE Morrison) This show kicks off a week of curiously repetitive lineups, wherein the bands involved are simply shuffled into different combinations. It's like all the hipsters who dig the alleys are climbing out into the night to take over the town. That's A-OK, though, because players involved in projects like Walk Walk Pink are stirring up some of the most creative energy in town. Perhaps those kooksters will be reading out loud from a cereal box in their best death metal voices. Most likely there will be elaborate drag costumes and the elusive RosyCross. But for sure there will be edgy, almost psychedelic music and a whole lot of artfulness. MARJORIE SKINNER



VASA CRABTREE EXPERIENCE, ABOMINABLE IRON SLOTH, OCCAM'S RAZOR, BLOWUPNIHILIST
(Four Seasons Bowl, 322 SE Washington St, Hillsboro) Perfect for those evenings when you can't decide whether to rent a horror movie or dance to some apocalyptic death-disco, Vasa Crabtree Experience combines robust robotic rhythms with enough tortured screams to stock the Hellraiser franchise for five more sequels. On its upcoming album The Texas Chainsaw Manicure, VCE asserts "Song Titles Are Stupid," but cleverly labeled experiments in aggro-techno such as "Julius Seizure" and "Breakdancing on a Banana" debunk that claim. Crabtree administers an extreme endurance test--if concertgoers don't collapse from trying to keep pace with its ultra-speedy percussion, they'll succumb to the maddening chorus of soul-deadening shrieks. But the few, the proud that make it will leave with honor, knowing there's no limit to their sonic punishment threshold. AM



RICHARD CHEESE & LOUNGE AGAINST THE MACHINE, THE PUNK GROUP
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) Music-as-comedy can be bombastically bad when done wrong--and it usually is done wrong. Seriously gross stage presence aside, however, Richard Cheese's music is undeniably good times. RC turns pop hits into swanky, Velveeta lounge--which would seem miserably '90s if he didn't choose perfect songs AND if he didn't leave rock behind occasionally and work through hiphop's best--which can be a downright counterintuitive mindfuck. His latest, I'd Like a Virgin, lounges up Luda's "Stand Up," OutKast's "Hey Ya," and Kelis' "Milkshake." Weird Al is totally jealous. ADAM GNADE



FRIDAY 7/9

PEDRO THE LION, JOHN VANDERSLICE, AUDIO LEARNING CENTER, DOLOREAN
(Crystal, 1332 W Burnside) John Vanderslice's Cellar Door is a heritage quilt of an album, stylistically patchworking first-person familial memoirs against harrowing parabolic tales from the dark side. This is the 'Slice at his masterful best: "They Won't Let Me Run," a wrenching account of a young man's estrangement from his prison-plagued relatives, reads like Salinger. And "Up Above the Sea" is Vanderslice's Coleridge dilemma, only instead of the classic symbolism of the albatross, a paranoid John has a shotgun aimed at the voyeuristic songbird outside his window. "Can't figure out if he brings me luck," he sings, "or if he's trying to tear me down." In addition to boasting the most touching bum-out narratives since his 2001 release Time Travel Is Lonely, Vanderslice's new material is stunningly varied, seamlessly weaving chamber pop notes with gothy synths, and it'll be K-I-L-L-E-R live. JOAN HILLER



PDX POP FEST
(Meow Meow, 320 SE 2nd, free) See Feature pg 8



HAMMERS OF MISFORTUNE, FIERY CUBIST
(Sabala's, 4811 SE Hawthorne) Hammers of Misfortune (another of San Francisco's great metal wonders) wield all the elements of classic metal, but marry them to acoustic interludes that sound more Celtic folk than Celtic Frost. Female harmonies intertwine over dual guitar leads that reference Iron Maiden and Thin Lizzy. The songs are highly conceptual and fantastic; the albums are divided into distinct Acts. Maybe Opeth covering Mercyful Fate illustrates their modern take on classic European forms, but the lovely ladies in the photos promise a sexier show than aging Swedes could ever muster. Ex-Gwar, ex-L7, current LUDICRA. NATHAN CARSON



RED FOX, DJS UNI-T, HIGHTOWER, STEVE TREES & YT
(Red Sea, 318 SW 3rd) Part of Brooklyn's Rough Entry Crew from whence Shaggy came, Red Fox has been releasing hiphop-inflected dancehall reggae records to great acclaim for over 10 years. Though he hasn't released a proper album of his own since 1999, he's been hard-working on remixes and collaboration projects with crewmates like Mr. Easy. Currently, he's experiencing a resurgence thanks to the dancehall remix of "If I Ain't Got You" for Alicia Keys, on which he intones sweetly, "This a nuh bling bling love my girl nuh run dung material tings/ Or anything superficial/ Cause this pure sweet love is our daily religion/ well she is one out of a million." JULIANNE SHEPHERD



THESE ARMS ARE SNAKES, PARIS TEXAS, MURDER BY DEATH, COMMUNIQUE
(Solid State, 527 SE Pine) It's a damn shame that with all the piles of glistening cash that New Line Records (as in New Line Cinema, as in Lord of the Rings) has burning in their corporate pockets, they can't pony up some promotion for the new fabulous Paris Texas album. Like You Like An Arsonist is a dizzying mix of dance-party shakedowns, leg-kicks the sort of guitar playing the justifies doing the "windmill" while air-soloing along in your car. These Arms Are Snakes are frightening in their precision and skill, so be prepared to have your jaw scrape the seldom-cleaned Solid State DIY floor with much awe and splendor. Murder by Death bring the grand ideas (conceputal ghoulish songs with cello galore) and Communique's fashionable, not-quite-'80s pop will make you feel like a fool for wearing that untucked emo-band T-shirt and never learning how to dance. EZRA ACE CARAEFF



THE CRIPPLES, ROTTEN APPLES, DARK SKIES
(Twilight Café, 1420 SE Powell) Young girls have years of cigarette smoking ahead of them before they can even come close to Rotten Apples frontwoman Dejha Colantuono's husky delivery. (And really, I'd say get on the patch now anyway, because Colantuono comes from a musical family. That smoky aura is in her blood more than in a pair of blackened lungs.) At the same time sweet as a welcomed come-on and prickly as a kick out of bed when the sun comes up, this woman can say more in a couple of lines than most singers can in an entire album. The rest of the band is equally moody in their delivery, but they keep most of the music on the up-and-up, scuffing their power pop with a bit of punk snarl. JM



SATURDAY 7/10

JOHN MAYER, MAROON 5, DJ LOGIC
(Clark County Amphitheater, 17200 NE Delfel Road, Ridgefield, WA) A year ago, this girl made out with me because she thought I looked like John Mayer. I agreed. Reluctantly. Last week in L.A. at the Hunches/Ponys show, I was backstage drinking rum, when my friends brought over their friend, a model for Cover Girl. I made a joke about looking like John Mayer, to which Cover Girl replied, "You're way cuter than him!" She totally crisscrossed my mind. Only later did I recognize the foul trick for what it was: this girl is a millionaireÉ and she's drinking my fucking rum! I can barely afford the bus! She should be pouring us drinks in the back of her BMW... Or she should be backstage at the John Mayer show, drinking his fucking rum. After all his whitebread teenage mall-girl poetry cash in, he can afford it. ANDREW TONRY



METAL CHURCH, BRITISH STEEL
(Conan's, SE 39th & Hawthorne) It's an evening of classic metal nostalgia as '80s hit bosses Metal Church take the stage once again with songs from their newest album The Weight of the World, not to mention a rehabilitation of their old speed/thrash metal classics. Also check British Steel, the Northwest's premeire Judas Priest cover band. Metal Church! Judas Priest! Oh yeah, and Conan's now has liquor, so you won't have to run down the street to Sewickly's. Right on, liquor! KS



5D: SELECTOR DUB NARCOTIC, WRANGLER BRUTES, GLASS CANDY, HUSTLER WHITE
(Hall Gallery, 630 SE 3rd) See Destination Fun for more on the art displayed at this literally underground art show. The opening night is going to totally rip, too. The Wrangler Brutes are like some hardcore kid's version of Fantasy Football, as respectable as it really gets in the glow of punk rock's sunset. Glamming it up will be the popular spectacle of Glass Candy, with the sexxxy and kind of scary Ida No belting out a retro clash of Debbie Harry like it's the early '60s and Edie Sedgwick just stuck a needle in her ass. Selector Dub Narcotic is code for Calvin Johnson, whose soulful DJ set will have you going ga-ga. MS



PDX POP FEST
(Meow Meow, 320 SE 2nd) See Feature pg 8



CLOROX GIRLS, MINDS, MANDA AND THE MARBLES, NIX
(Sabala's, 4811 SE Hawthorne) The Minds are one of the only punk bands I can actually remember really liking when I saw them live. Much like the Misfits--the band they remind me of--they're crazy, and zany, and I dare say a little sick. Plus, the Clorox Girls are playing, and they're like, all popular and shit. KS



RECLINERLAND, CHRIS STRENG
(Nocturnal, 1800 W Burnside) Chris Streng is lead singer of the Stratford 4, one of those fun little '70s-throwback, T-Rex kinda rock bands. Reclinerland is the brainchild of local boy Mike Johnson, a quirky musician who fills his pop ditties with sparkling piano riffs, and who isn't beneath performing the occasional showtune. JWS



ANANDI
(Borders Downtown, 708 SW 3rd) Singer-songwriter virtuosa Anandi has come a long way, from humble beginnings in Boston to studying at a Tibetan Buddhist retreat in Northern Vermont in her early 20s. At long last, she's landed in the Rose City, much to our collective joy. She boasts a flavorful, confident voice and a soulful sensitivity for stripped-bare, bluesy musicianship. To make matters better, Anandi is a fierce admirer of Missy Elliot. Get Ur Folk On. EJ



SUNDAY 7/11

WARPED TOUR
(Columbia Meadows) See Destination Fun pg 14



FINN BROTHERS, ANGELEA MCLUSKEY
(Crystal, 1332 W Burnside) Together as members of Split Enz and Crowded House, Tim Finn and his younger brother Neil (who joined Tim's band Split Enz at the tender age of 18) have created such memory-defining tunes as the Enz's Sparks-influenced "I Got You," "History Never Repeats," and the infamously banned "Six Months in a Leaky Boat"--which came out during the Falklands War just as a few ships had sunk and was banned by the BBC. During their heyday, the Enz never found much success, save for cult status in the U.S., so they broke up and Neil formed Crowded House. That band debuted with the eponymous titled album that yielded not only the arguably sappy "Don't Dream It's Over," but the joyfully hooky, jangle-filled "Something So Strong." On this tour, the band will not only perform songs from Everyone Is Here, but some Crowded House and Split Enz tunes, too. KATHLEEN WILSON



PIZZA PARTY, ANDY CIGARETTES, DEAD WESTERN, THIS IS REMOTE
(Grand Central Bowl, 808 SE Morrison) Pizza Party is one of Portland's best bands going right now, partly because of their disregard for convention and uniquely confident, un-self-aware stage presence. Their music is all dark and pebbly squalls and noise, but just watching them calls to mind old Ari Up photos, how she didn't seem to care she was onstage--there's no sense they need you to validate them, which is kind of awesome. JS



PDX POP FEST
(Meow Meow, 320 SE 2nd) See Feature pg 8



MUDDY RIVER NIGHTMARE BAND, BONOBO PROJECT, MERRICK FOUNDATION
(Twilight, 1420 SE Powell) The Bonobo Project soups up the bitchin' math metal with demonic, aggro vocals that just might be ironic. This is the kind of music you want to listen to while you're angrily scrubbing the toilet, while you're angrily screwing, while your angrily writing a manifesto about why you're so goddamn angry, or of course, live with a bunch of your angry friends. Tonight's the Bonobo Project's self-titled CD release, so get out there and celebrate. KS



MONDAY 7/12

DJS PAULO AND HERMANITO
(Tube, 18 NW 3rd) In the appropriate backdrop of tinsel, minimal décor and Donnie Darko on the televisions 24-7, DJs Paulo and Hermanito are Portland's most ubiquitous purveyors of minimal techno and obscurant funky IDM. Tube is a small venue for dance music, but it's all micro here (just like the demand for minimal techno in PDX). JS



TUESDAY 7/13

FIRST TEAM, TEABAG DA HERBALIST, THE DROPBOMBS ALL-STAR MCS, SIDEWAYZ SPEECH, L-PRO, DJ SNEAKERS
(Ash Street, 225 SW Ash) Tonight features Georgia hiphop, from Atlanta (First Team) and Columbus (Tea Bag Da Herbalist). Part of ATL's 4 Kings Entertainment, which essentially uses the arts to promote social consciousness, responsibility, and "heal the wounds of the African American community and the world," First Team is a very earnest five-piece releasing live, somewhat abstracted hiphop (their sound nods to gothy industrialists Chris Vrenna and Trent Reznor), featuring two emcees--Quanstar and Eva-Ready R.A.W. --who cite Rakim and KRS-One as their influences. It's a little like the Mush Records roster, before it became impenetrable. Check it out. JS



WEDNESDAY 7/14

THE WALKMEN, THE SWORDS PROJECT, THE VOLUMES
(Berbati's, 10 SW 3rd) See MWBW pg 17



VALIENT THORR, GLASS CANDY, WALK WALK PINK
(Grand Central Bowl, 808 SE Morrison) Just in case you haven't gotten your dose of Glass Candy or Walk Walk Pink this week, now's your last chance for, like, two days. Also don't miss Valient Thorr, an enthusiastic, maniacal band from LA whose caffeinated vocalist is as rousing as a street preacher. With that kind of fun, speedy-ass energy that borrows from everything from rockabilly to cocky metal, they're preachin' to the choir as far as I'm concerned. MS



BRAID, RECOVER, MONEEN, LIMBECK
(Meow Meow, 320 SE 2nd) See Music pg 21