THURSDAY 10/7

ANTIBALAS, DJ AQUAMAN
(Lola's, 1332 W Burnside) Forget all that DJ samplin' shit 'cause here's the real ORGANIC get down sound of THE AFRO-MOTHERFUCKIN'-FUNK. That's Antibalas! Like they're of the funk, the deep and heavy flavored. Um... I KNOW those "adjectives" are kinda... revisionist, but shit, they fit, 'cause Antibalas are DEEP like Einstein was smart. And if you ain't seen 'em, oh hell... the stage is chocked full of mofos lockin' down the groove and holdin' it all the way DOWN to the ground! You dig? They know how to do it correctly, they take funk like the JB's and sauce it up with some African/Cuban rhythms and a pinch off some jazz while stirrin' and blurrin' so it's all like... DAMN Y'ALL! MIKE NIPPER



BADLY DRAWN BOY, RAY LAMONTAGNE
(Aladdin, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Back in 2000, after the release of Badly Drawn Boy's debut LP, the British press spasm-hailed him as the most important singer/songwriter since Bob Dylan. Which is really funny. One is a tottering vortex of fetishistic acoustic folk, street-performer charisma, rootless politics, and a repetition-built reputation, and the other is Badly Drawn Boy (boom!). Luckily for us, The Hour Of Bewilderbeast is an endearing little thing with stuff like "Once Around The Block" that bends indie-folk melodies in odd spots like it was Gang Of Four, and BBB's live shows often go sailingly past the three-hour mark thanks to I'm-Andy-Kaufman talky bits. Enjoy, and pretend the last couple of albums never happened. GUY FAWKES



CAPTURED! BY ROBOTS, QUARRY TO THE WAR, STARANTULA, WEAKLINGS
(Ash Street, 225 SW Ash) The back-story behind Captured! by Robots goes somethin' like this: human rocker "Jbot" builds robots to jam with; robots mutiny; enslave him; then torture/electrocute/heckle/disembowel him while they play theatrical metal together. I interviewed Jbot a while back and he held the palace lie to the last, bitching about his "captors," begging me to save him (in coded, terrified hostage-style) and had some smart stuff to say about electronically produced music--even though he sounded stoned out of his goddamn gourd. Now that's a showman! Free Jbot! ADAM GNADE



"CELEBRATION OF YOUNG WOMEN"
(Historic Brewhouse Tower, 1120 NW Couch, 7:30 pm) How can you not love a young woman? What's not to like? In celebration of these beings is this day-long shindig with tons of girly excitements, including a self defense demo, "the Rock n' Roll Camp for Girls band," a hiphop dance troupe (DevineFunk), a fashion show, and a clothing swap. Mmmm, girly… MARJORIE SKINNER



EARLIMART, MAN OF THE YEAR, JACKIE
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) See Music, Pg 23



STING, ANNIE LENNOX
(Rose Garden, 1 Center Ct) Two of pop music's biggest phonies (who have, admittedly, dialed in a handful of poignant songs between them) team up for what will probably amount to one of the most financially successful tours of the year. And for the record: if you're under 35 and still own any of their solo albums, you should be ashamed of yourself. ZAC PENNINGTON



FRIDAY 10/8

CLAMPITT, GADDIS & BUCK, POWER OF COUNTY
(Billy Ray's, 2216 NE MLK) What better way to shake off the work week than with a little down-home country hoopla and a 22-ounce PBR? Billy Ray's is hosting good-timers Clampitt, Gaddis & Buck and the Power of County, who are releasing their split 7" tonight. In celebration, they'll be playing songs, along with Murphy Downs, and the roots rocking vinyl spinning of DJ Dickel. KATIE SHIMER



QUEENSRYCHE
(Schnitzer Hall, 1037 SW Broadway) All sorts of fun tonight for you lingering Queensryche fans. They'll play the entirety of their famous concept album, Operation: Mindcrime, they'll play a bunch of general Greatest Hits, and THEN they'll play a sneak preview of the new, upcoming, and cleverly titled, Operation: Mindcrime II! JWS



GUERRILLA WORDFARE FEATURING SIRENS ECHO, SUCKAPUNCH, ANGELO MOORE, DJ WICKED, AND MORE
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) Though phrases like "urban poetics" don't tend to ring my bell, Guerrilla Wordfare offers the rough (slam poetry) with the smooth (emcees, DJs, and live musicians) for an evening in celebration of free speech. Guests include Dr Madd Vibe, better known as Fishbone's Angelo Moore. ZP



POINT LINE PLANE CD RELEASE PARTY FEATURING YETI, NICE NICE, BEHALF, PANTHER, DJ BROKEN WINDOW
(Slabtown, 1033 NW 16th) See Music, Pg 21



POTTERPALOOZA: PEPE & THE BOTTLE BLONDES, RUBBERNECK, THE DITTY TWISTERS, LIBRETTO, ART ALEXAKIS
(Bossanova, 722 E Burnside) This dorkily named event is a party for partially conscious mayoral candidate Tom Potter. Even if that's not getting your panties too damp, here's another chance to check out the handsomely appointed Bossanova ballroom and an eclectic mix of bands. See some Latin action with Pepe, some rock from Rubberneck and Ditty Twisters, and a lil' bit of rap from our friend Libretto. Plus local pop star Art Alexakis! OoooOOOHH. MS



RYE COALITION, DIVISION OF LAURA LEE, THE KINISON, COUGAR
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) New Jersey's Rye Coalition is dirty, '70s metal thundered between John Bonham Viking hero drums, and prog freak-outs. Singer Ralph Cuseglio scream/shouts some of the funniest, most insulting white trash Jersey-dude lyrics since Bon Jovi still looked like girls. The ugly part: Their latest CD is in limbo after the band had some dicey drama with their newly-signed Interscope Records deal. The Rye boys say they are "still on" Interscope--officially, anyway--though the label is holding the record, perhaps indefinitely. Lame. AG



U.K. SUBS, NO RED FLAGS, STATCH AND THE RAPES, 800 OCTANE
(Ash Street, 225 SW Ash) Poor UK Subs. How many people really know what their "Subs" stands for? Submarine? Substitute teacher? Sub sandwich? Anything than what it actually means--"Subversive." Still, they've done well by themselves. Birthed in the '70s British punk scene, the Subs have weathered quitting bandmates and a dozen deep valleys in punk's popularity, holding the same snarly, trashed up, and oft times blooze-based sound since the beginning. Lastly, speaking of band names, Statch and the Rapes: your name is idiotic. AG



YONDER MOUNTAIN STRING BAND, DANNY BARNES
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) With four members who write, sing, and play stringed instruments from the banjo to the mandolin, Yonder Mountain String Band brings a density of music and a performative brio to the stage. Their new album, Old Hands, is a collection of Americana folk tales about people in transit and in love. Seattle's Danny Barnes adopts the structures of traditional bluegrass music and mutates them with rock and punk style, and composed scores for The Newton Boys and the documentary American Hollow. EVAN JAMES



SATURDAY 10/9

STORY OF THE YEAR, MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, LETTER KILLS, LOST PROPHETS
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) No one knows what it's like to be the bad man behind blue eye shadow. Delivering two of the most disparate mall punk success stories of the past year under one sweeping corporate banner, the Nintendo Fusion Tour teams middle of the road bores Story Of The Year with New Jersey goth adventurists My Chemical Romance. While SOTY's radio-ready angst may have some rolling their eyes at this entire genre, MCR frontman Gerard Way is a self-deprecating art school dropout who fancies his screamo with a bit of mascara. He wrote a song about making out with boys alongside the Used's Bert McCracken. Then he made out with Bert McCracken. So he may in fact be one anxiety attack or layer of foundation away from becoming the Bowie of the Warped generation. Let's hope so. TREVOR KELLEY



THE SILOS, THE PLANET THE, BOBBY BARE JR.
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) For the uninitiated, Bare Jr. is a freakishly talented character who effortlessly mixes the brassy petulance of a young Tom Petty or Paul Westerberg with a refined caliber of songwriting easily on par with his father, legendary Nashville maverick Bobby Bare Sr. It's a rare performer that can channel the spirit of Shel Silverstein (his childhood musical mentor) and guilelessly deliver songs wrought with such darkly humorous heartbreak--all while wearing a tuxedo and singing into a lily-covered mic stand. Throw in his standout covers of the Smiths, the Pixies and Quiet Riot (really) and the headlining presence of alt-country pioneers the Silos and the $7 cover is more than worth it. HANNAH LEVIN



BUCK 65, HER SPACE HOLIDAY, DADELUS, NEOTROPIC, OCTAVIUS, JIM BIANCO
(Bossanova Ballroom, 722 E Burnside) See Music, Pg 23



BUTTERY LORDS, MANIC D, FOGATRON, CAC, COURAGE
(Tonic Lounge, 3100 NE Sandy Blvd) If you're reading this, you obviously have no plans for Saturday night. You must also have an open mind, since you know this show is at the Tonic, which is notorious for its lackluster sound, service, and shows (you know, the three "S"'s). That makes you a prime candidate for tonight's extravaganza, including Portland's established outsider-rapstars, The Buttery Lords, and newcomers Fogatron & Manic D (fresh from their triumphant win at the Pizzazz! Talent Competition). Word is born. MANU BERELLI



THE DIRTBOMBS, THE PONYS, STARLITE DESPERATION
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) No one really dances to rock & roll anymore. Think about it. A few people bob their heads or gently sway, but no one truly shakes their ass anymore, damnit! Ass shakin' lies at the heart of what rock & roll is really about, and it makes me cry to think about our loss. Detroit holds no blame in this decline as garage soul legend Mick Collins (The Gories et al.) and his Dirtbombs make the kind of music that makes it impossible not to dance. Their double bass, double drums attack, fronted by Mick pulling smokin' stripped-down leads seems to have been engineered for the Motor City shake. In a time when the damn-the-dance scenario from Footloose seems dangerously possible, it is your civic responsibility to get out there and shake that ass. Start shakin'! LANCE CHESS



DUKKA YELLOW SWANS, NOGGIN, GLAMOROUS PAT, SUPER UNITY
(Nocturnal, 1800 E Burnside) The final event of the all-day, Super Unity-curated SUKKA festival (see "Live Music" for more details) welcomes back the sorely missed Yellow Swans, along with mind-melding violin duo Noggin, the pleasantly erratic Glamorous Pat, and Super Unity themselves. ZP



DOUG FIR LOUNGE OPENING NIGHT FEATURING QUASI, THE JOGGERS, DJ GREGARIOUS
(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) It's with rowdy pleasure that the virginal Doug Fir Lounge be christened with such worthy local acts on its opening night. Quasi, whose aptly titled Hot Shit has proven to be more than timely in light of the past two years' political and social mishaps, should be at their rollicking best. And the ever-jovial Joggers, whose Solid Guild remains one of the reasons I get up in the morning, will no doubt perform with utmost gusto. Honestly, there are few "rock" bands on the "scene" these days that can straight-facedly yet passionately wax barbershop quartet-esque harmonies while breaking strings (and hearts, to boot). So if we're going to allow ourselves to become transfixed with a voice to accurately sing the anthems of our yearning youth because we're too self-righteous to do it ourselves, then let that voice belong to Ben Whitesides and the Joggers. LAUREN VIERA



FIRE INTO MUSIC W/STEVE SWELL, JAMEEL MOONDOC, WILLIAM PARKER, HAMID DRAKE
(Fez, 316 SW 11th Ave) Holy fucking fuck! Portland is so insanely lucky to be getting a show from free jazz trombonist Steve Swell's Fire Into Music quartet, since he has some of the best downtown NYC players alive in his band: bassist William Parker, drummer Hamid Drake, and alto saxist Jemeel Moondoc. Swell's a zooming player--loud and subtle at the same time--while Parker might be the finest bassist since Mingus. Hamid Drake is a virtuoso who brings a rhythmic swing to everything he does, while Moondoc's style is as lovely as it is furious. This show is gonna be shit hot, friends. MIKE MCGONIGAL



UNEARTH, TERROR, BLACK DAHLIA MURDER, REMEMBERING NEVER
(Meow Meow, 320 SE 2nd Ave) Not to be confused with its cutesy counterparts in the emocore scene, Unearth pairs its overstated emotional outpourings ("My heart bleeds no longer for your love") with undiluted hardcore fury. They prefer battering-ram breakdowns to crooned choruses, and use Iron Maiden-style high-toned guitar lines to establish their melodies. Opening act Black Dahlia Murder employs equally robust riffs, but they would never sing, say, "I cling to a dream that once ruled my world." BDM are done with dreams; they deal in death. On "When The Last Grave Has Emptied" and "Closed Casket Requiem," serpentine shrieks and blast-beat drums swirl into a sonic cyclone. ANDREW MILLER



SUNDAY 10/10

AKIMBO, BIRDS OF WAR
(Porky's, 835 N Lombard) One of Seattle's most criminally underrated hardcore ensembles, Akimbo have in a few short years gone from your standard bludgeoning, howling bloodbath to transcendent sonic mastery. Close your eyes, and you just might see God. ZP



HOT CROSS, DEAD LIKE DALLAS, MUSTAPHAMOND
(Liberty Hall, 311 N Ivy) Released back in June, Hot Cross' Fair Trades and Farewells reminds me of Q and Not U's No Kill No Beep Beep record but with quicker guitars and great chaotic layers. The vocals are a little more pissed off and the pace is a lot quicker, but the songs are really catchy, so they stick with you. With so much happening on disc, Hot Cross will have their work cut out for them--but I've heard that they handle their shows well. MEGAN SELING



TAKING BACK SUNDAY, FALLOUT BOY, The sleeping, MATCHBOOK ROMANCE
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Victory Records fans have always been masters of the mosh-pit martial arts. The label built on the backs of bruisers such as Warzone and Integrity is still kicking, but thanks to Thursday and Taking Back Sunday, it now registers on the mainstream radar. Taking Back Sunday weathered major personnel changes after the success of 2002's Tell All Your Friends, losing one of its singer/songwriters in the shuffle. Fortunately for those with superfluous-x-studded web handles, this summer's Where You Want to Be delivers all the earnest emoting, harmony-fueled hooks and spit-shined riffs that emo-punk enthusiasts demand. Where You Want isn't as catchy as its polished-pop predecessor, but its lyrics are an improvement (no more jarring violence allusions) and its hints at harder-rocking ambition bode well for its live show. Even at its screamiest, TBS is no Warzone, but now it gets heavy enough to catalyze crucial kung-fu choreography. AM



MONDAY 10/11

AKERCOCKE, VEHEMENCE, IMPALED, MORTICIAN
(Conan's, 3862 SE Hawthorne) Mortician are incredibly speedy theatrical death metal. The singer has his burly scary dead guy voice so down that it sounds like he's singing through a wall of gravy. This is the nerdiest shit in the universe. Bring your multi-sided die. And I'm having a total conniption fit over how funny and cute the name "Vehemence" is for a metal band. Too, too funny. MS



BLOOD BROTHERS, AGAINST ME!
(Meow Meow, 320 SE 2nd Ave) See CD review, Pg 21.



INCREDIBLE STRING BAND, JOANNA NEWSOM
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) See Music, Pg 21, "My! What a Busy Week!" Pg 19



TUESDAY 10/12

LLOYD BANKS, COOL NUTZ, MANIAC LOK
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) Count me as one of the few Americans who don't get 50 Cent. I dunno, his mumbly-mouthed flow never impressed me much--but Lloyd Banks, another highly regarded member of the G-Unit juggernaut? Now that's a different story. Though its easy to be swayed by the down low dirty of the oft played "On Fire" ("Now I ain't puttin' nothing out, I smoke when I wanna/26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer"), Banks smooth as a fly-daddy flow pops just as sweet on tracks like "When the Chips are Down," and especially "South Side Story," where, for my money, his finely tuned imagery stands head and shoulders over Fiddy. Regardless, G-Unit is the current gold standard of mainstream rap, and mark my words, even more stars will be produced from this mine. WM. STEVEN HUMPHREY



SWITCHFOOT, THE FORMAT, THE HONORARY TITLE
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) San Diego's Switchfoot makes rock that's diet-Smashing Pumpkins with lyrics about girls, god, and surfing. Ain't nothin' too original but it's taken them into the MTV/Top 40 upper-strata. It's such an undeserved success story, they make me ashamed to be from the West Coast. (And hopefully that won't doom my career a la the Dixie Chicks dissing Bush, 'cuz I'm just bein' honest.) The Format: ditto, but with an Arizona spin. The Honorary Title: definitely worth checking out if you're down with emo-meets-Elvis Costello. AG



WEDNESDAY 10/13

THE FIERY FURNACES, THE ROGERS SISTERS
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) See Music, Pg 21