thursday 9/30

CASIOTONE FOR THE PAINFULLY ALONE, DEAD SCIENCE, ANDREW KAFFER, BETWEEN THE DEVIL AND THE DEEP BLUE SEA
(Disjecta, 116 NE Russell) Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea's North and South of Nothing (Action Driver) starts out with what at first listen appears to just be ambient sounds in an empty room before spilling out dutifully executed drone/scream/drone rock infused with new life through an undeniable prog rock sensibility. You may think you've heard this before and you would be right, except this wasn't conceived in your mom's basement over a bag of weed. This is the sound of real musicians pushing the old into the new and crafting a sound that builds upon, rather than emulating, their influences. CHAZZ MADRIGAL



GAS HUFFER, GODDAMN GENTLEMEN, THE DIRTY LOWDOWNS
(Ash Street Saloon, 225 SW Ash) Seattleites Gas Huffer play dirty, whiskey bar garage rock, enjoying brief drunken hook-ups with country and Husker Du-style punk. Their last record, The Rest of Us, saw the band easing off the throttle and growing up a bit. Never fear, though: live, they're still wild enough to chew bottle-caps like JuicyFruit and make their guitars spit and roar like Chupacabras. PS: This is a "Low Dough" show which means five bucks gets you the Huffers and a buncha their friends. Cheap is good. AG



GOLDEN SHOULDERS
(Meow Meow, 320 SE 2nd Ave) Golden Shoulders is something like a folk Supergroup that never was. Forged by the capable hands of Nevada City, CA's Adam Kline, the endlessly revolving membership has, at various times, featured the likes of Joanna Newsom, Kyle Field (Little Wings), and Rob Kieswetter (Bobby Birdman)--more a testament to the transient haze of Northern California than anything else. But with or without the names, Kline delivers in spades. ZP



NEIL HAMBURGER, CANNED HAMM, PLEASEEASAUR
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) See "My! What A Busy Week!" pg 19.



PRA BENEFIT FEATURING PANTHER
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Panther's one-man medicine show of electro-Gospel will lead the sermon tonight, pleading with his congregation to shake-the-shit-God-gave-you in the name of the needy. Portland Radio Authority is the orphan in need this day, having left their old digs in search of a bigger home to place their bigger broadcast antenna. With your donations, Portland's favorite pirate radio station will finally be able to be heard beyond a five-block radius. PRA djs will be spinning, with raffles, prizes, and on-the-spot t-shirt screening for the kids. Bring a shirt and they'll screen the new PRA logo to show your newfound support! MANU BERELLI



MASAKI BATOH
(Jackpot Records, 3736 SE Hawthorne Blvd, 5:30 pm) Rolling into town a day early for their no-doubt triumphant Berbati's set on Friday, Ghost frontman Batoh (presumably celebrating Drag City's recent American issue of his folky mid-'90s records) performs a free, intimate solo performance just after you get off of work. No excuses. ZP See "Music," pg 21.



SNOW PATROL, EISLEY
(Aladdin, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Snow Patrol is one of my favorite bands right now, and not just because their soaring British pedal-pop is utterly infectious and catchy. That's all great to be sure--I love to sing along to songs as much as anyone--but what I really love about this band is how much they love me. They are as grateful for their fans' support as we are to them for entertaining us with wonderful music, and they show it in a live setting by (plethora of aloof Portland hipster bands, take note:) engaging the crowd. Feel the love tonight, people. Feel the love tonight. JWS



VOODOO GLOW SKULLS, PISTOL GRIP, SPARE LEAD, LOS KUNG FU MONKEYS
(Nocturnal, 1800 E Burnside) Back in the day--"the day" being ten years ago--Riverside, California's Voodoo Glow Skulls were worldwide ska superheroes, showing up on black t-shirts from Multnomah Falls to the Rio Grande. 'Course this is '04, not '94, and things aren't so hot for the ska set. Still, VGS moves onward--trends, dead horse beating, and music snobs be damned. Their latest CD is Adiccion, Tradicion, y Revolucion, a Latin-rhythmed blend of ska, pop-punk, surf guitar, and brassy horn squeals--a mix more California than The O.C., The Peach Pit After Dark, and Nip and Tuck combined! AG



FRIDAY 10/1

BANDS AGAINST BUSH FEATURING DR. THEOPOLIS, MISSION 5, THE HELL YEAHS, AND MORE
(Conan's, 3862 SE Hawthorne) Friday through Sunday celebrate three days of Bush-hating musical madness. Friday, check Sketchy Ted, Professor Gall, the Hell Yeahs and the Imprints, plus more. Saturday, Tri-Polar, Supernaut, Dry County Cooks, and friends grace the stage, and the festivities wind down Sunday with Scotland Barr and the Slow Drags, the Sort Ofs, and the Matt Brown One Man Band to name a few. Even though you may not be super familiar with all of these bands, who cares? Check out some new music and give the finger to that stupid monkey. KS



BUMBLEBEEZ81
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) Unless you watch an awful lot of MTV2, you've probably never heard of Bumblebeez81--and you're probably better off for it. And though supporting spots on tours with both Radiohead and N*E*R*D* in recent years might suggest some pedigree by proxy, the Australian two-piece is little more than a major label hype machine. A sample-based hodgepodge of discordant guitar and hip-hop posturing, the band's sound can be aptly summarized in three simple words: buzz, buzz, buzz. ZP



GHOST, WHITE MAGIC, SIX ORGANS OF ADMITTANCE
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) See Music, pg 21, "My! What a Busy Week!" pg 19.



DEAR WHOEVER, INKED IN BLOOD, HAWTHORN, THIS PROVIDENCE, BELMONTE ACADEMY
(Solid State, 527 SE Pine) To be an effective screamo act, a band must sell both sides of its split personality. There has to be some edge to the melodic singing, and some sensitivity shrouded in the shrieks. Portland's Dear Whoever passes the test, its Jekyll-and-Hyde vocalists volleying over relatively serene keyboard-and-guitar backdrops. Its lyrics can read like a warped Christmas carol (I am screaming/blood is dripping/nails are piercing/thorns are ripping), but Dear Whoever's evocative delivery ensures its words sound better than they look on paper. AM



D.O.A., SADO-NATION
(Sabala's Mt. Tabor, 4811 SE Hawthorne Blvd) Self-proclaimed "Godfather of Punk" and I Shithead author Joey "Shithead" Keithley drags his boys for another lap of sorry indifference--this time to promote the 25th-Anniversary Anthology War and Peace. ZP



NWEAMO 2004 FEATURING JEFF TREVINO, SHAWN GREENLEE, BRUCE HAMILTON, AND MORE
(Interstate Firehouse Cultural Center, 5340 N Interstate) The New West Electro-Acoustic Music Organization celebrates its sixth annual, two-day New Electronic Music and Audio Art festival--with this year's Harry Partch-honoring theme of "Invented Instruments." Expect wailing electric toothbrush solos, prepared iPods, and total fucking geeks from all corners of the world. ZP



SATURDAY 10/2

AUTUMNDIVERS
(Slabtown, 1033 NW 16th): Are you upset that Radiohead decided to become the next Pink Floyd? Let the Autumndivers comfort you. They hail from Rochester, New York, but I'll be god damned if they don't sound like they just graduated from Oxford. They're not wholly derivative, though, and incorporating reggae influences into what is essentially a shoegazer band is not an easy feat. The latest news on their website claims that NBC used three of their songs in its coverage of the Olympics, and I have no doubt they'll blow up soon. They're already big on the east coast, so this might be your last chance to see them in a small bar, before lead singer Gregory Paul shacks up with a starlet. CORTNEY HARDING



NO ON 36 BENEFIT FEATURING SARAH DOUGHER, SOPHE LUX, NICOLE CAMPBELL, RORY MERRIT STITT
(Lola's Room inside the Crystal, 1332 W Burnside) A night of good, bigotry-fighting fun by musicians who pride themselves on being really intelligent. Of note is Sophe Lux, a four-piece headed up by Wendy Haynes, brother of Todd. The band blends country and grunge influences fairly seamlessly (we don't recommend doing that, but there are exceptions to every rule), and offers lyrics on subjects like Nietzsche and the Marquis de Sade. JWS



goatwhore, cattle decapitation, diabolic
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) See Music, pg 21.



BELLA FAYES, CHARMPARTICLES, FLAVE, AJ "SPIDER" SORBELLO
(Ohm, 31 NW 1st) The Bella Fayes have a dirty but clean sound akin to the White Stripes, although less jaded and more pop. They're quite talented and sort of universally likable, so if you have friends in from out of town, everybody should dig this. KS



NATHAN HUBBARD, KATHERINE HEILESEN, SUB-SIC
(Jasmine Tree, 401 SW Harrison St) Fresh from his performance at this year's NWEAMO festival, scrap percussionist Nathan Hubbard (Cosmologic, The Skeleton Key Orchestra, Wormhole, etc.) drags the whole mess into the dank, romantic walls of the Jasmine Tree for a performance with Danish folkstress Heilesen and localite Brian Crowl's (Super Unity) Sub-Sic. ZP



MOUSE ON MARS, RATATAT, JUNIOR BOYS, MONO, fly pan am
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) See Music/CD Review, pg 21



SENSES FAIL, THE BLED, EMANUEL, SILVERSTEIN
(Meow Meow, 320 SE 2nd Ave) Senses Fail singer Buddy Nielsen takes jilted-lover anguish to new restraining-order-baiting depths. On Let It Enfold You, the group's recent release on Vagrant Records, his creepy threats and indelicate insults sound like transcriptions of obscene phone calls. But despite all his brutal stalker-speak, Nielsen doesn't seem too scary. After all, this is a guy named Buddy, cutesy-crooning for a hint-of-hardcore band on the world's wussiest label. If only the good folks in Goatwhore and Cattle Decapitation, playing the same night at the Roseland, could stop in to teach Nielsen a few things about gore-splattered lyrics and straight-razor riffs. AM



TRASH CAN SINATRAS, RODDY HART, reclinerland
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) Trashcan Sinatras are the rare example of a band who've been around almost forever (17 years), but suffer neither awful hairstyles nor cocky arena-rock mentality. Trashcan Sinatras won't perform three hours of hits, but the songs on the brand new Weightlifting are lovely, lovely, lovely, and sure to please fans of the sultry, bouncy British pop sound that bands like Travis have since copycatted--and tried to take to the arena. When will they learn? LAUREN VIERA



SUNDAY 10/3

DJ KRUSH, ALTER ECHO
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) Japanese turntablist/producer DJ Krush's latest CD, Jaku, concludes a trilogy that was activated by 2001's Zen (and followed up with 2003's The Message at the Depth). The music on Jaku is the most dramatic and organic of Krush's trilogy. It has fewer guest rappers (only Aesop Rock, Mr. Lif) and turntablists, and more musicians, who effortlessly conform to Krush's overall aesthetic, which is sorrowful and ghostly. In the '80s, Krush made hiphop; in the '90s, he made abstract hiphop; now he makes music that is at once international and Japanese. CHARLES MUDEDE



THE MUFFS, VISQUEEN, THE RANDIES
(Ash Street, 225 SW Ash) Much of what saves Visqueen from the potential clichés inherent in their chosen genre is the way that their classic power-pop punch contrasts unexpectedly with contradictory lyrics that are as morose as the tunes are melodic. Undeniably darker in subject matter and more arena rock-ready in sound than their previous record, sophomore effort Dateland is an effort that should further the band's pull with fans who appreciate their ability to blend brawny, beefy guitars with feverishly hooky pop melodies. HANNAH LEVIN

MONDAY 10/4

MACHA, TALKDEMONIC, THE KINGDOM
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) See Music, pg 21.



JOHN SCOFIELD TRIO
(Aladdin, 3017 SE Milwaukie) One of the most successful and influential jazz guitarists of the last few decades, Scofield has had a long, occasionally very surprising but ultimately down-sloping career arc. Despite their titles, '90s albums like Hand Jive and A Go Go were still pretty strong offerings; maintaining enough scalular weirdness and fucked-up syncopation to enthrall and excite. Of late, though, Scofield's records and groups have devolved into flat, jam-band-festival-geared funk. Dude put out an album called Uberjam for fuck's sake. He is becoming an example of an extremely common rut for the presently middle-aged jazz generation--a great musician playing boring, boring music. SAM MICKENS



TUESDAY 10/5

GRAYSKUL, BARLY, nyquil, azrael
(Ash Street, 225 SW Ash) Might as well take advantage of Portland hiphop before it blows town. Oldominion's side project Grayskul (starring Onry Ozzborn and JFK) has been stirring up interest for a while now. Check these two Oldominion staple emcees as they mix and match their raps, backed by live instrumentation. KS



JOHN BROWN'S BODY, ashbury park
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) You have to assume that any reggae showing its face at hipster haven Berbati's has got to be offering up something good. And John Brown's Body is something special. This multi-member outfit has a truckload of easy-going flow that, if nothing else, will tempt you to buy a plane ticket to some place sunny (in the meantime, however, get yourself a daiquiri). KS



THE MOONEY SUZUKI, THE PUNK GROUP, THE NICE BOYS
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) There is plenty of pop in Mooney "ready for the next television commercial whenever you are" Suzuki, a band that sounds as slick as they come. Alive & Amplified throws around more rock clichés than guitarists launch loose picks ("rock 'n' roll get your fluid flowingÉ do you wanna get loose and juicy"), but there's something endearingly silly about their bombastic antics. Mooney Suzuki are good clean fun--make that squeaky, thanks to production work from the Avril knob-twiddlers the Matrix. JENNIFER MAERZ



MAVIS STAPLES
(Aladdin, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Watching the (just-released) DVD of the 1973 concert film Wattstax with a friend last week, we had to rewind each time the Staple Singers appeared, singing "Respect Yourself." They were the most distinctive gospel group to cross over to mainstream success, thanks to Pops' ringing guitar and his family's ghostly yet uplifting vocals. 64-year-old Mavis, always the strongest voice in the bunch, is fresh from a riveting performance at the Democratic Convention and the release of Faith, her first new album in over a decade. I saw her do an astounding Mahalia tribute show a few years ago; if you want to see an entire audience fall out in unison, don't miss this show--especially if you don't know what "fall out" even means. MIKE MCGONIGAL



WEDNESDAY 10/6

THE ARROGANT SONS OF BITCHES, RIVER CITY REBELS
(Paris Theatre, 6 SW 3rd) If you thought D-Generation was an affront to '77 punk, you're not gonna be sold on the River City Rebels. The Vermont Rebels may lay claim to having recorded with the New York Dolls' Sylvain Sylvain (on the Lower East Side, of course, using vintage gear) and may have guest appearances from Sylvain and D-Generation's Jesse Malin, but RCR's latest disc, Hate to Be Loved, is everything that not only the Dead Boys, D-Gen, and the Dolls did before them, but the Toilet Boys, the Black Halos, and countless others have done since. That said, if you don't mind derivative, RBC. JENNIFER MAERZ



ORGY
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) Not the first band to dredge an entire career out of a New Order cover (an honor belonging of course to Frente), Orgy distinguish themselves not only by their fleecing of Bernard Sumner, but in their singular ability to forever ruin one of the greatest songs of all time. Bravo, shitheads. Bravo. ZP



SAW DOCTORS
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) In their homeland of Ireland, the folky/rock-y Saw Doctors are legendary, playing raucous, Guinness-soused shows to massive crowds and creating singles that sell in record numbers. We'll see how they fare in Portland, where the only Celts I know are the mouth-breathing frat boys at Kell's. Live, the Saw Doctors are supposedly very happy and glad to be performing, which may also work against them. JWS