THURSDAY 11/10

DRESSY BESSY, ORENDA FINK, NEVA DINOVA, SIMPL

(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 15.

RASCAL FLATTS

(Rose Garden, 1 Center Court) Rascal Flatts' rotund, soft-edged, electrically fiddled pop country has gone platinum six times in total: Who doesn't love a song about god, man, and country? With the Flatts (who are actually from the Midwest, but Columbus, Ohio's hella country) it goes down easy like an oyster. Flagrant comparisons to Alabama hinge on their Nick Lachey-hairdo'd singer's lilting contempo-country trills 'n' warbles, which are quite graceful on songs like "See Me Through." Saw them live at the Rose Garden last year and it felt (1) homoerotic, (2) Christian, and (3) a little like a surreal disco party at Polly Esther's, on account of their semi-elaborate white plastic-brick light show (part MoMA, part video for "Billie Jean"). JULIANNE SHEPHERD

HENRY ROLLINS

(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Punk purists give Henry Rollins a bad rap for his trajectory from Black Flag to Bad Boys II. But he doesn't get enough credit as a riveting, reasonable, and articulate speaker on politics and the war; He has been to Iraq to talk to troops, he puts in real work, and holds it down for the original "ideal" of democracy, which is what DC punk aesthetic aspired to anyway, at the meat of it, non? JS

TRACY + THE PLASTICS, ?FACT OR FICTION

(Lewis and Clark College, Templeton Hall) Certifiable genius Wynne Greenwood swoops into town for a last minute Tracy + the Plastics show way out at LC—not that the distance should deter you. Though surprisingly quiet of late, the live Tracy experience never fails to stupefy—be it of revelation or just sheer confusion. ZAC PENNINGTON

THE MOODY BLUES

(Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, 1037 SW Broadway) The Moody Blues get kind of a bum rap. As the collegiate gentlemen of the British psychedelic movement they often get pegged as squares, which frankly they probably are. Still, listen to early albums like In Search of the Lost Chord or On The Threshold of a Dream and you will discover some of the most gorgeous, classically tinged pop music ever created. If you can scrape together the 60 or so plus dollars to attend this concert, you'll also find that, unlike most "Dinosaurs of Rock" tours, the band is comprised of all original members, having a blast and sounding pretty much the same as they always have. I think if you were forced to pick a rock 'n' roll musician to be your new dad you'd be pretty well off with any of these guys. Especially the flute player. JOSH BLANCHARD

EL-FEST FEATURING SAVAGE REPUBLIC, ROMULUS & REMUS

(Tonic Lounge, 3100 NE Sandy) This is definitely not one to miss. After 13 years of inactivity, LA art-punks Savage Republic have reunited for a short cluster of gigs—and Portland is privileged to host one of them. Formed out of UCLA in 1980, Savage Republic Frankensteined a brilliant piecemeal of post-punk dissonance, tribal percussions, and eastern-bent drone junkets, all coming to a head on their classic cult debut, Tragic Figures. The band's electrifying industrial drifts will be further stretched on this mini tour with the addition of former Man is the Bastard drummer Joel Connell. Who said nothing good ever came out of Los Angeles? JB

STYROFOAM, ALIAS, ADELAIDE

(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) What happens when Europe's answer to the Postal Service (Styrofoam producer Arne Van Petegem of Belgium) hooks up with one of the anticon label's foremost beatmakers (Alias)? If recorded history is any indication, sweet, soft-centered synth pop tempered by Alias' dark, gothic atmospheres and unconventional funk rhythms. Both knob twiddlers are masters at pushing tender emotional buttons, so bring a hanky. DAVE SEGAL

FRIDAY 11/11

ANTHONY B, SOUL MAJESTIC, LUMINOUS FOG, DJ SMALL AXE SOUND

(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) A friend of mine thinks that all critics should be required to state their biases and proclivities at the beginning of every published article. So here goes: I think reggae is some of the worst music on the face of the earth. I've tried repeatedly to listen with an open mind, with a stoned mind, and any other type of mind I could muster, and it always sounds like an endless stream of annoying redundancies. That being said, Anthony B comes off as one of the least egregious reggae artists working today, if only because the self-professed "bobo dread from Jamaica who brings fire pon' Rome" complained that radio banned one of his songs—just because it encouraged listeners to burn down McDonald's, KFC, and Tastee Burger! Come on now. McDonald's and KFC, we can understand—but leave Tastee Burger out of it! For Jah's sake. CHAS BOWIE

BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE, FEIST

(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) See Music, pg 17.

DIAMOND NIGHTS, THE VACATION, DANAVA

(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 15.

BLACK ELK, DMONSTRATIONS, THE BETTER TO SEE YOU WITH

(Food Hole, 20 NW 3rd) Dmonstrations are a trio from San Diego comprised of ex-members of Dosage and Usage, along with crazed frontman/underground comic artist Tetsunori Tawaraya. Their mish-mash of spazzydancepunknoise falls somewhere between the reckless party rock of Brainiac, and a slightly less sophisticated Melt Banana. Sure, they stole their logo font from Arab on Radar and wear their influences on their sleeves. But so what, right? Black Elk will do their usual menacingly weird rock thing, and the Better to See You With will insert tiny shards of postmodern hardcore into different parts of your body at high speed. You like that. NATHAN CARSONS

SCUFFLE & DUSTCOUGH, DRATS!!!, T-REXXXA

(Acme, 1305 SE 8th) See It's Who You Know, pg 25.

SATURDAY 11/12

CHICKS ON SPEED, KEVIN BLECHDOM, PLANNINGTOROCK, DJ MEGABLAST

(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) See Music, pg 17.

CIRCUS CONTRAPTION, VAGABOND OPERA, THE BAD THINGS

(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) The baffling circus movement continues onward with Circus Contraption, a brash Seattle group of trapeze artists, klezmer musicians, jugglers, and the like. They've been doing it for six years and are allegedly pretty good, and there will also be a lot of comely flesh on display, so life could be a lot worse. JUSTIN WESCOAT SANDERS

DEGENERATE ART ENSEMBLE, MASTER MUSICIANS OF HOP-FROG, PAN BUTOH WITH NEQUAQUAM VACUUM, SORIAH, SARDONIK GRIN

(Backspace, 115 NW 5th) Over the near eternity of their existence, Seattle-based composer/performance art group Degenerate Art Ensemble have cycled through endless line-up changes—over the last few years alone, they've been an eight-piece, a 45-piece orchestra, and a pared down four-piece. Tonight's performance—as part of this year's EL-Fest—marks their first as a new sextet, and also features their occasional collaborators in PAN Butoh. ZP

GZA/GENIUS, SWOLLEN MEMBERS, I SELF DIVINE, DJ O.G. ONE

(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 15.

NEIL HAMBURGER, TOM HEINL, PLEASEEASAUR

(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 15.

PLANTS, EAT THE PEOPLE, 2% MAJESTY, THE DOUBLE U

(Towne Lounge, 714 SW 20th Pl) In West Coast terms, it's out of the dilapidated industrial recesses of warm and gray places like Oakland and Sacramento that fringe artists are procured like fine wine. Drab surroundings and near deserted city planning endeavors seem to create the perfect environment for artistic restlessness, cheap rent, and creative invigoration. This habitat is seminal to bands like Eat the People, who masterfully skate across different approaches to psych music from highly structured songs, to improvised atmospheric dabbling on homemade instruments. Although their sound can't be easily relegated to one description, they do hint at a consistently eerie and enchanting emotion. When there are vocals, they sound freakishly similar to the vibrato of Ida No and the off-rhythm monotone whispers typical of Gang Gang Dance. If you're a psych fan, go. JENNA ROADMAN

SUCKDOG, SISPRUM VISH, GEISH GIRLS

(Dunes, 1905 NE MLK) See Destination Fun, pg 13.

SUNDAY 11/13

GWAR, DEVILDRIVER, A DOZEN FURIES, MENSREA

(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) Maybe it's a sign of maturing, but it seems like my peers are no longer convinced of the relevance of Gwar. But despite their crotchety opinions, I still maintain that: (a) Gwar's technical and artistic prowess as applied to D&D-worthy dork metal are totally underrated, and (b) being sprayed with Gwar juice (which comes out easily in the washing machine!) by one of the elaborate monsters that mill on Gwar's stage is both wholesome and youth-preserving. That's my opinion, and I'm sticking to it. MARJORIE SKINNER

BEN LEE, NEW BUFFALO

(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 15.

MERCURY SIN NIGHT FEATURING SAUCE, THE PUNK GROUP, THE DEL TOROS, PILLOW FIGHT, SEXY PANTS, POWER OF COUNTY, FRANKFURTER

(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 15.

LIZ PHAIR, MISSY HIGGINS

(Lola's Room, 1332 W Burnside) Once tantalizing, groundbreaking, and dreamy, one-time indie-babe Liz Phair now makes music that's just yucky, managing to ruin her allure and desecrate her former image. It's naturally depressing for all the rock critics and pimpled indie dorks who once had a boner for her to witness her Sheryl Crow makeover into a would-be pop diva. Her glossy new visage doesn't seem real—though, if it is authentic, that's even worse. While on Exile in Guyville, it felt like Phair was letting the listener peer into her soul, the relationship talk on her last two albums sounds like girls' night out at T.G.I. Friday's. ADAM BREGMAN

THE SHARP EASE, EAT THE PEOPLE, VAMPIRES

(Dunes, 1905 NE MLK) See It's Who You Know, pg 25.

MONDAY 11/14

ADULT., GENDERS, NUMBERS, DJ MULTIPLY, DANTRONIX

(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) See Music, pg 28.

THE CLIENTELE, RADAR BROS., ANNIE HAYDEN

(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 15.

THE USA IS A MONSTER, KITES, SMEGMA

(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) See Music, pg 18.

TUESDAY 11/15

AUSTRALIAN PINK FLOYD SHOW

(Keller Auditorium, 222 SW Clay) This isn't Syd Barrett's Pink Floyd. Nor is this David Gilmour's Pink Floyd. And for damn sure this ain't Roger Waters' "The Wall," or whatever name he can legally use. This is the Australian Pink Floyd Show, a well-traveled, highly polished—with massive light show and everything—Pink Floyd tribute band. And they're good enough to fucking play Gilmour's 50th birthday party! He said it was the first time he'd seen Floyd! Anyway, knowing Floyd's catalog and HUGE show is strictly copied may seem wonky, but as Floyd's scope was, pun intended, more than just boogie, considering them contemporary composers worthy of such treatment is reasonable. Consider APFS in context with symphony performances of say, Mozart, and it makes sense—it's what the composer wrote that counts, not so much who performs it. MIKE NIPPER

FEDERATION X, BLACK ELK, DANAVA, DJ OATMEAL

(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) The show must go on. I'm still reeling from the news at press time, but Japanese rock 'n' roll geniuses DMBQ will not be playing this show as scheduled due to a tragic accident. Their van rolled on the I-95 freeway, killing drummer Mana "China" Nishiura (she was amazing. R.I.P.), and hospitalizing the rest of the band as well as their booking agent Michelle Cable. As with many shows around the country, tonight now benefits the skyrocketing medical bills the band is incurring. Still, what remains of this show promises to be a salute to the glory of rock. Fed X need no introduction, and it's hard to throw a stone without hitting Black Elk. Danava's patented glam/prog deserves your full attention too. They don't even really stop between songs and the energy that pours out of these three men and their mutant cohort seems unbelievable at times. Please bring your friends. NC

SHOUT OUT LOUDS, THE ROSEBUDS, THE SUN

(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) My coffee painfully went down the wrong throat tube when I heard the BBC refer to the Shout Out Louds as poised to replace the Arcade Fire's reign atop the indie kingdom. I didn't even realize this band was "indie." They are however—in my understanding—a fantastic pop band deserving of some attention. They provide catchy songs ("The Comeback"), pretty Swedish band members to look at, and great integration of Moog and xylophone into their guitar-centric sound—a bit like a male-fronted Cardigans, with more organic leanings. Adam Olenius' vocals are soft, sincere, and scratchy enough to negate the transparency of the we-don't-know-English-very-well lyrics like "Please please please come back to me." JR

UNWED SAILOR

(Dunes, 1905 NE MLK) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 15.

WEDNESDAY 11/16

DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE, STARS

(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Stars opening for Death Cab For Cutie—I could hardly have come up with a more apt fit if I tried. Both bands are completely adept pop outfits—heart-sleeved sentimentalists whose obsessive palatability works for as often as it works against them. In other words: The O.C. set are going to be swooning their Abercrombie off. ZP

JULIETTE & THE LICKS

(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) She may make superficial pop punk as disposable as a pre-chewed pack of Wrigley's, but the frontwoman for Juliette and the Licks, one Juliette Lewis, will pack 'em in regardless. The indie filmstar supposedly gives it her all onstage, and compared to other celeb-studded acts like 30 Second to Mars (featuring Jared Leto) and the Bacon Brothers (featuring Kevin Bacon), the Licks are Leonard Cohen. JENNIFER MAERZ

LIVING THINGS, STARANTULA

(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) Living Things singer Lillian Berlin wants us all to believe that he's furious about the current state of world affairs. On the Steve Albini-produced CD Ahead of the Lions, Berlin rants about dead G.I.s, governmental hypocrisy, and fundamentalist right wingers. The singer of the Los Angeles trio has also been known to ignite a photo of George W. onstage and then to extinguish the flames by pissing on it. But would it be much of a stretch to speculate that while he's genuinely pissed about our global policy, Lillian is truthfully angry that his mom named him and his brother Eve after their grandmothers? Now that's enough material to launch an entire nine-month career in punk rock. CB

CHRIS MILLS & THE NEW MISERABLE BASTARDS, PROTEST HILL, MATT SHEEHY

(Towne Lounge, 714 SW 20th Pl) See Once More With Feeling, pg 29.