ELECTROGALS: AYAKO KATAOKA, SUZANNE THORPE, LYN GOERINGER, SUGAR SHORTWAVE, MARIANNE MESSINA, MIREAYA MEDINA/CHEETAH FINESS, RASHEEDA AMEERA, MOLLY PETTIT, BONNIE MIKSCH
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) See My, What a Busy Week!.
THE AVETT BROTHERS, JESSICA LEA MAYFIELD
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) The Avett Brothers craft syrup-thick patio punk with healthy blots of backwoods bluegrass for a rousing amalgam of modern folk. Their live performances are already the stuff of legend; vocalist/guitarist Seth Avett is just as likely to croon drippy, twangy vignettes as he is to stomp his hi-hat into submission and invoke a furious growl. Meanwhile, the brushing banjo of brother Scott Avett and the smooth stand-up bass work from Bob Crawford prod and spit into the face of most contemporary alt-country acts. The band's most recent album, 2007's Emotionalism, served to accentuate the more tender avenues of melody for the crew, with bouncy tracks like "Die Die Die" and "Paranoia in B Major" delving into ballad-worthy opining. But expect to hear some of the rawer cuts from 2006's Four Thieves Gone: The Robbinsville Sessions—that's when things get loud. RYAN J. PRADO
PORTLAND CELLO PROJECT, STEPHANIE SCHNEIDERMAN, RICK EMERSON, WEINLAND, THE BUILDERS & THE BUTCHERS
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) See My, What a Busy Week!.
PORTLAND RESCUE MISSION BENEFIT: OHIOAN, TRACTOR OPERATOR, THE MORALS
(Someday Lounge, 125 NW 5th) See My, What a Busy Week!.
BUCKMAN BASH: STEPHEN MALKMUS, JAMES MERCER
(Jupiter Hotel, 800 E Burnside) See My, What a Busy Week!.
(The Artistery, 4315 SE Division) How did the unassuming drummer for the post-punk deconstructionists in Q and Not U go from rigid beat making to churning out one of the best pop albums in recent memory? Who knew John Davis had it in him? Davis, the onetime editor of the fanzine Held Like Sound (this reference just might be lost on anyone who isn't an old school emo kid), and the honey-voiced Laura Burhenn make up charming bubblegum pop outfit Georgie James. Their debut, Places, came out of nowhere to lodge its rightful place atop the premier releases of 2007. Touring sans a backing band, the duo interweaves their pop hooks in a carefree manner—one that borrows a bit from the New Pornographers, but that is mostly because, like their Canadian brethren, they make the songwriter game seem all too easy. EZRA ACE CARAEFF
KING BROTHERS, SHELLSHAG, LKN
(East End, 203 SE Grand) Brace yourself for an evening of ear-splitting, earth-quaking noise, featuring Japan's holy-shit trio the KING BROTHERS. The KING BROTHERS is supposed to be written like that, all upper case, so you know they're fucking serious. If someone asks you if you're going to check out the King Brothers, say, "No, I'm going to check out the KING BROTHERS." Then gut them from stem to stern. If you thought rock 'n' roll was dead, or dying, or at least terminally ill, don't miss this rare stateside opportunity to pay witness to the fabulous new genre, ROCK 'N' ROLL. VIVA LAS VEGAS
31KNOTS, THE JOGGERS, EXPERIMENTAL DENTAL SCHOOL
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) It's exciting that Joe Haege is branching out with projects like Tu Fawning, but I still need a strong drink from the cup of 31Knots with regularity. Their fierce, jagged, eclectic shows are cathartic, loud, confrontational, and necessary in a scene full of feathers. With almost 10 years in the rearview, the band has fully realized their tight-wound punch. The compositions have grown in layer and density, becoming more accessible without sacrificing the razor-sharp snarl. Over the years, Haege's manic stage presence has been perfected as well. Beneath the black lights he becomes possessed—like a heretical preacher in a twisted vaudevillian church, foaming at the mouth for some pagan sacrifice. Sweat shall descend upon the altar. ANDREW R. TONRY
RJD2, DÄLEK, HAPPY CHICHESTER
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) RJD2's résumé encompasses languorous funk instrumentals, hiphop production, and—more recently—forays into keyboard-driven pop. 2007's The Third Hand is still clearly recognizable as the work of the same mind behind Deadringer and Since We Last Spoke, albeit one that's exploring a different corner of his musical obsessions. Tourmates Dälek also draw from hiphop, as they build towering structures of feedback, ambient drones, and beatific noise atop propulsive beats. Last year's Abandoned Language added expansive string parts while the singles and remixes collected on Deadverse Massive Vol. 1 encompass both the group's underrated pop strength and their most avant-garde moments. TOBIAS CARROLL
LIVE WIRE!: LAURA VEIRS, GRAND ARCHIVES, RALPH HUNTLEY & THE MUTTON CHOPS
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) See My, What a Busy Week!.
A WEATHER, CARCRASHLANDER
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) See Music Feature.
SUNBURN MUSIC FESTIVAL: PANTHER, THE CAVE SINGERS, RAFTER, FIST FITE, THE JOGGERS, THE WHIPS AND THE WHALES
(Lewis & Clark College, 0615 SW Palatine Hill) Students and non-students alike are welcome at Lewis & Clark College's annual Sunburn Music Festival, taking place at the Templeton Student Center in the center of campus. And what a phenomenal lineup: The Joggers, our city's finest purveyors of awesome, will demonstrate their fantastic new material, and Panther will be giving a lecture of lounge-singing frenzy. Meanwhile, visiting Seattle professors the Cave Singers will also be on hand, not to mention San Diego's Rafter and Portland's own Fist Fite and the Whips and the Whales. Four years of higher education wouldn't teach you as much as this one night of eclectic, varied music; you could take notes, but I promise there won't be a test. NED LANNAMANN
STARKEY, JON A.D., DIAL M, RYAN ORGAN, DJ MONKEYTEK
(Rotture, 315 SE 3rd) Philadelphia's Starkey has a respectable profile in the world of dubstep, grime, and related buzz-genres. Part of Philly's Seclusiasis crew, Starkey hosts a monthly radio show on the popular internet station SubFM and tours persistently. He's also a staple of the infamous NY party night Trouble & Bass. He is building up an impressive stack of original tracks and remixes, with releases on Slit Jockey and Portland's Lo Dubs record label, run out of the Anthem Records shop on Belmont. Anthem is throwing a party to highlight Lo Dubs with the help of the guys who promote the always-packed dubstep monthly Various, and since the label was launched with a release by Starkey, it is only fitting that he is the headlining guest. With upcoming tour dates in Europe, including London's premier dance club Fabric, and a record release scheduled with Offshore Recordings later this year, you might want to catch him before he blows up completely. AVA HEGEDUS
TODAY IS THE DAY, COMPLETE FAILURE, ROANOKE, EL CERDO, AT ALL COST
(Ash Street Saloon, 225 SW Ash) The noise-rock '90s didn't know what to make of onetime Amphetamine Reptile act Today Is the Day. The Nashville band's Willpower began with a coarse sample of shrill, domestic violence ("Stop with that, already!") and culminated in a sideways rain of shrieks, broken shit, and thick-as-tar guitars. This year's reissues—their Supernova debut album and their self-titled third album—sit well next to today's post-black industrial metal wanderers (DHG, Havoc Unit). It's clear frontman Steve Austin tried to scream his way out of alt-rock prison with the help of operatic keyboards, sheer anguish, and honest grind. He almost made it. Tonight's show gives him another shot. MIKE MEYER
THE BUTTFRENCHERS, SLEEPWALKERS RIP, THE WILDE ANGELS
(Twilight Café and Bar, 1420 SE Powell) From the ashes of the Triggers rise Sleepwalkers RIP, a full-throttle amphetamine punk band with slam-bang drums, coarsely knotted guitar, and atonal screaming that sounds not unlike Siouxsie Sioux before the goth kicked in. With all that flailing energy, you might overlook the fact that the lyrics are thoughtful, even poetic in their anger, with a keen eye tuned to the outside world. Sleepwalkers RIP have just released their second 7-inch on Hovercraft Records, and despite the name the band picked for itself, it's anything but drowsy—but after thrashing to A-side "Young and Old," you may find yourself walking into walls. NL
DIMMU BORGIR, BEHEMOTH, HEAVEN SHALL BURN, KEEP OF KALESSIN
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) Silenoz never murdered anyone or burned down any churches. He did something more controversial. He formed Dimmu Borgir, the most popular—and subsequently, the most hated—band in the history of Norwegian black metal. "The audience and the fans are totally honest," Silenoz says. "They tell you to your face if there's something they don't like." Orthodox genre fans balked when Dimmu switched from Norwegian to English lyrics and signed to an international record label (Nuclear Blast) in 1997. They've since sold hundreds of thousands of albums and even played Ozzfest—in broad daylight! With In Sorte Diaboli, Dimmu have turned black metal into a symphonic black 'n' roll concept album—like Meat Loaf's Bat out of Hell stewing in a Cradle of Filth. "I don't mind if people hate it either," the guitarist/lyricist adds, "because it stirs up controversy, it stirs up opinion, and it gets the band name out there." MM
TIFT MERRITT, SARA WATKINS
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) There's nothing to actively dislike about Tift Merritt. Discovered by fellow North Carolinian Ryan Adams, she's a mostly beautiful singer/songwriter, with a mostly beautiful voice, and mostly beautiful tunes that affirm and console. So how does one respond to the windswept hair in her promo photos, the crack Nashville- session twanging on this year's Another Country, and the uncomplicated sentiments in her chirpily inoffensive tunes? It depends how deep one's inclined to dig. Merritt hosts an NPR interview show called The Spark, supposedly an examination of the creative process—the "spark" being that flicker of artistic inspiration. This translates to Merritt asking Nick Hornby, "What're you listening to these days?" and asking Nickel Creek (whose Sara Watkins opens tonight), "How do you manage to write songs on tour?" So yeah, she's not really doing any soul-scraping investigation of the inner muse. And maybe that's why her music sounds so bland. It just bubbles along, never boiling over. NL
SUPERNATURE: DJ COPY, E*ROCK, ATOLE
(Branx, 320 SE 2nd) How can you not pity every other dance night in town that has to go turntable-to-turntable with Supernature? The brand-new dance floor burner from E*Rock and the collective minds behind Golden and Boombox Friday kick things off tonight in grand style. That's a mighty lineup of local electronic/experimental heavy hitters, plus it's all topped off by a live set courtesy of Atole. All this for a measly three dollars, which proves that Portland's bountiful art community is just as kind to your ears as it is to your wallet. EAC
CAT POWER, APPALOOSA
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) See My, What a Busy Week!.
SHELLEY SHORT, TWO SHEDS, MINMAE
(Someday Lounge, 125 NW 5th) See Music Feature.
THE SABBATH: WOLVES IN THE THRONE ROOM, THE BETTER TO SEE YOU WITH, SUBARACHNOID SPACE, WILDILDLIFE, DJ NATE C
(Rotture, 315 SE 3rd) Wolves in the Throne Room live on a self-powered farm outside of Olympia, but their music sounds like it hails from the hinterlands of Jotunheim, the mythological land of giants and trolls from Norse folk tales. It's black metal, as dark and intricately gorgeous as a folded crow's wing. Guitars and death howls are pushed through electric distortion to unfathomable levels, but it all feels earthbound and organic—actually, it feels like it's decomposing in front of your ears. The band's second album, Two Hunters, traverses from icy black metal to a candlelit spook-folk mediation haunted by a ghostly female choral vocal. NL
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) Recently, Eels frontman Mark Oliver Everett wrote an open letter to the president, inviting him to one of their upcoming shows, hoping to rebuild the bridge that Bush burned when he used the band's album Daisies of the Galaxy as an example of popular music that sends bad messages to kids. "Mr. President, I know that you're a Christian, and Christ taught forgiveness. So in the spirit of forgiveness and fence mending, I'd like to let bygones be bygones and invite you and the First Lady to attend our Washington, DC concert," he wrote. As far as I know, the president did not attend. But tonight, imagine Bush standing there next to you while the band play "inappropriate" tunes like "It's a Motherfucker," "Son of a Bitch," and "Old Shit, New Shit," which are all actually thoughtful songs—not the expletive-laced anthems the Republicans seem to think they are. MEGAN SELING
Taxes are due tomorrow! Panic!
LUCKYIAM, SANDPEOPLE, GRAY MATTERS
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) See My, What a Busy Week!.
THAO WITH THE GET DOWN STAY DOWN, PLANTS, HORSE FEATHERS
(Someday Lounge, 125 NW 5th) See Music Feature.
DIRTY PROJECTORS, THE BLANKKET,
(Backspace, 115 NW 5th) See Music Feature.
DAVID KARSTEN DANIELS, TIM PERRY
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) David Karsten Daniels' new Fear of Flying opens with a pair of sparse, mournful, largely acoustic songs. You think you know what to expect until "Martha Ann" rolls around; a thick organ dominates the mix, with saxophones and boldly played guitar lurking around the edges to provide accentuation. From there, the album gets cacophonous at times, shambolic at others—it's the sound of someone kicking aside the expectations of the singer/songwriter category. TC
BRAILLE, VURSATYL, THEORY HAZIT, OHMEGA WATTS, PIGEON JOHN
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) We cover a fair amount of CD release shindigs here in this paper, but most are little more than a show that just so happens to occur within the vicinity of an album's release. But for The IV Edition, Braille is actually throwing a party. The local emcee—who we wrote at length about a few weeks back ["Rep Christ," Music Issue, March 27]—has hoarded the majority of Portland's finest spitters (Ohmega Watts, and the event's host, Vursatyl) along with some out-of-town notable names (Theory Hazit, Pigeon John), and a sweet deal where your $10 admission includes a copy of his record. Bands take note, this is how you do it. EAC
DANIEL JOHNSTON, GREGORY MILES HARRIS
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) See My, What a Busy Week!.
DIRTY PROJECTORS, NO KIDS, RAFTER
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) See Music Feature.
CONVERGE, THE RED CHORD, BARONESS, GENGHIS TRON
(Satyricon, 125 NW 6th) If you're currently somewhere between the ages of 20 and 30, chances are I don't need to try and sell you on Converge. There was a brief time there (right after 2001's hardcore masterpiece Jane Doe was released) that the band was inescapable, and much like what Mastodon have become in recent years, they were the metal band that it was acceptable to love no matter what kind of music you find yourself typically listening to. Since then the band has released two more stellar albums full of their signature chaotic time structures, hardcore-influenced vocals, and punch-you-in-the-face relentlessness, and for dudes who have been doing this for 15-plus years to still be this good is nothing short of amazing. ROB SIMONSEN
ELF POWER, FLOWERS FOREVER,
THE QUIET ONES
(Towne Lounge, 714 SW 20th Pl) Elf Power have always sadly played the role of the Elephant 6 little brother. Never quite garnering the attention of Olivia Tremor Control, Neutral Milk Hotel, or Of Montreal (despite having members of these bands play on more than a few of their albums), the group, led by guitarist and vocalist Andrew Rieger, have managed to plug along regardless, releasing nine full-length records since the mid-'90s. And while their sound has switched up a bit in recent years, ditching the psychedelic-tinged indie pop for a more subtle folk sound, Elf Power are at least still at it—and still making listenable music—which is a lot more than most of their other E6 peers can say. RS