THURSDAY 11/2

MOONEY SUZUKI

(Ozone Records, 6 pm) Estrus recording artists Mooney Suzuki turn our favorite record store into a little bite of Detroit (by way of their native New York). Their new album, People Get Ready, glorious with the cocksure vocals and scummy guitar grip of Sammy James Jr., fulfills the tight-panted, garage-modern niche where apparently, in 2000 AD, there was a void. More like a black hole as far as I'm concerned, where the '5's many devoted near-cover bands flail and swirl like goldfish in the toilet of unoriginality. But if you're into it, the Mooneys evoke the image of Matt Dillon walking down the street in The Outsiders to the tune of "Gloria" quite nicely. If you're busy at 6, you can check 'em out later tonight at Satyricon. JULIANNE SHEPHERD

DAMON & NAOMI WITH GHOST, CINERAMA, ROLLERBALL

(Berbati's Pan) Damon and Naomi play music that carves a small area out of our busy world where we can relax and just watch grass grow if we want. Sounds like a sickening cliché, but it's true, and not as bad as it sounds. Although their newest release With Ghost (Ghost is a well-respected Japanese psychedelic band), doesn't quite measure up to their previous efforts, it still retains the soothing, sedative, and cavernous qualities that make them a good antidote for the jagged impersonality of daily life. Live, they're worth catching for the joyous massage of Naomi Yang's voice alone, and since they play here about once every three years, you shouldn't miss it. MARK PINKOS

PEARL JAM, SUPERGRASS

(Rose Garden Arena) I haven't heard anything by Pearl Jam since 1996, and there's this weird phenomenon happening with me and them. They've somehow gotten so big, they have managed to slip under my radar--like a big, geographic land mass. It's a weird paradox. And now, they're playing... Rose Garden Arena? Huh? I'm sure they'll fill it. But who the hell goes? Pearl Jam: a demographic mystery (like sasquatch and plate tectonics). JS

NINJA TUNE 10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY WITH COLD CUT, DJ DK, DJ SCHMEEJAY, SPECIAL STEALTH NINJA GUESTS

(Crystal Ballroom) Ninja Tune releases the kind of records that sound like they should be piped out the speakers of some futuristic international airport lounge; it all smells so cosmopolitan somehow, and yet playful--from the orchestral, Armageddonish drum 'n' bass of Amon Tobin to the smart, silly, kitchen-sink scratch-gymnastics of Kid Koala. For an anniversary party, then, this looks like a pretty short bill, but since it's actually the Oz behind the curtain (Cold Cut being not only Ninja Tune artists but also label founders Matt Black and Jon More), don't be too disappointed. Come give the pair props for keeping such a solid thing going for a whole decade. In the notoriously mercurial world of dance music, they surely deserve it. LEAH GREENBLATT


FRIDAY 11/3

CARMINA PIRANHA, KLEVELAND, SMIDGEN

(Ash Street Saloon) Oh, praise be to the girls in Carmina Piranha! If it weren't for them, boys like me wouldn't have any black-clad chanteuses or gorgeous-gammed guitar players to drool over between PJ Harvey records! Blessed be Portland, who are graced with the Piranha's flamenco-drenched rock tunes, their soulful excursions through acoustic balladry, their we'll-dance-on-your-eyes-puny-manchild stage presence. To be at a Carmina Piranha show is to experience rapture. Music as operatic drama, '70s FM love, sexy femme fatale cool. Not that their music is all we-hate-men-and-will-slice-yer-nuts-off aggro, but there is definitely a decidedly girlish glow about the whole thing. The guys in this town just have no warmth, so it's up to our grooviest chicks to make music that means something. The way fairy tales mean something. The way the sound of an amp being plugged in means something. Just get up out of your comfortable chairs and put on some red pumps and get your ass down to this show! Just don't stand close to me, because I'd hate to get my saliva on such killer shoes. JAMIE S. RICH

THE CRAMPS, LORDS OF ALTAMONT

(Crystal Ballroom) I love Halloween. And not just because it's the one time of year I can readily find new clothes (you people call them "costumes"...)--it's because it means that the Cramps are coming 'round! Lux and Ivy might as well have invented psychobilly--plus, they're one of the few acts of their vintage who are not only still playing, but who sound completely fresh AND still look good in latex. Few artists manage to put out the pure, primal energy of these vets. I'm getting goose bumps just thinking about it. BARBARA MITCHELL

ELECTRIC LIVING CD RELEASE, BOYCRAZY, THE FRINGE

(Medicine Hat) See CD Review pg 21

VERSUS, RAINER MARIA, WOW & FLUTTER

(Satyricon) Boy, sometimes it's hard to get motivated on Friday nights. You're tired, cranky, and hung over from your late night celebration of Thursday, but alas, there are shows shows shows. Good news, however; these bands are like a perfect soundtrack to a day on the couch reading a steamy novel, rolling around in the grass, or driving up the coast in summer. Wow and Flutter, with their twangy plucked guitar, transient electronica, and woven-in vocals, are a vacation from the endless stomping of real life. The floaty, pleasantly depressing music of Rainer Maria is light yet refreshing, and Versus' pronounced guitars and sculpted voice are the perfect aphrodisiac before an early night in the sack. KATIE SHIMER


SATURDAY 11/4

TRAGICALLY HIP

(Aladdin Theater) The Tragically Hip are Canadian, which should tell you everything, since you can count the good Canadian bands on almost no hands. I once had someone tell me, "They're the Beatles of Canada," to which I replied, sterling wit that I am, "That's like being a chicken wing in Ethiopia." You know, if that's all you got, it sure seems like a feast! But those Canadians love their Hip. I was in Vancouver a few weeks ago, and every Canadian house I went to had a stack of this band's CDs. I tried watching their music television channel, and it was the Hip and Barenaked Ladies 24-7, and I hate to tell you that the latter was the better group. I know! Shocking! But the Hip are workmanlike rock jokes, with no apparent sense of humor and a bald lead singer who, on a good day, wishes he were Dennis DeYoung in Styx. Is this really the best you have to offer, oh Canada? Please, keep your music to yourselves! If you don't, we're gonna drop the Dave Matthews Band on your capitol, and we won't let them back across the border. They'll be yours forever. Consider yourselves warned! JSR

BROADCAST, THE SENSUALISTS, NUDGE

(Berbati's Pan) England's Broadcast is often compared to Stereolab, probably because one of their early efforts was released on Stereolab's label. However, I'd venture to say that these days, Broadcast is actually better than Stereolab--they're younger, fresher, less predictable, more concrete in their drifty electronic destination. (Stone me after you hear them, OK?) This is their first US tour, and with a creepy-surreal, distorted martini-glass sound with edges made softer by pitch-shifted keyboards, and the maternal-yet-sexy voice of Trish Keenan, it has potential to be one of the best non-local shows of the year. JS

BT, TASTY, HOOVERPHONIC

(Roseland) People use words like "dreamscapes" and "journey" when talking about Brian Transeau's first two albums, trance/prog-house creations which seemed to glide beatifically between main-room frenzy and the chillout corner, caressing blissed-out ravers with synthy psilocybin fingers. 1997's penultimate Blue Skies, featuring the soaring, echo-chamber vocals of Tori Amos, was a monster hit in that vein, but Transeau, evidently, is not content to rest on his dream-trance laurels. With his latest, he makes a bid for the whole musical kingdom: Movement In Still Life provides everything from Chemical Brothers-style bombast to double-tracked hip hop, soulful pop, and even crunchy, roaring rock (featuring the now-defunct Soul Coughing frontman M. Doughty, of all people). Thoroughly schizophrenic, absolutely calculated, only intermittently successful--you'll hate yourself for humming along. LG

COREY FELDMAN'S TRUTH MOVEMENT, TEA, HERKEMER

(Cobalt Lounge) Musically, Corey Feldman's Truth Movement is like a cross between Michael Jackson and Jon Bon Jovi, with some backup singers a la Prince circa the NPG era. You half-expect him to come out moonwalking with a purple scarf tied around his leg. But I'll bet he's a great performer. Remember that dance/dream sequence in Dream a Little Dream? The work of brilliance. JS

SUNSET VALLEY, NO. 2, THE CRATEWASHER

(Meow Meow) Sunset Valley is like an enjoyable drug trip. Like one of those where you go on a hike through the woods behind the cemetery with a flashlight and aren't scared at all. They're whacked out, with affected vocals, wild screechy singing, and distorted guitars playing hyper riffs. They're a night on the town, like you'll feel like you've done something instead of feeling like you sat in the corner getting smashed. In most observers they should inspire dancing, hopefully with wild flailing arms and uncoordinated footwork. Go and check them out, even if they ain't your bag, I don't think you'll regret it. KS

GENE DEFCON, THE GOSSIP, MISTY FINE

(Medicine Hat) Gene Defcon is touted as a party band, but it's more like they are the party and you were invited off the street. Consisting of what seems like 30 people (including a couple of wig-sporting lasses whose duties include choreographed shimmies, false-eyelashed facial expressions, and back-up vocals, in that order), and with an average song length of a whopping 55 seconds, they're like a gaggle of kids who've been snacking on chocolate and hard candies all day: Hyperactive, over-the-top, cranky, and a hell of a lot of fun--at least until you start feeling weary and over-worked. JS


SUNDAY 11/5

THE LOLLIES, BONFIRE MADIGAN

(Meow Meow) Britain's The Lollies (which actually only consists of one Brit, two American girls, and a Canuck) are yet another cutesy, Heavenly-influenced, sing-song, girl-harmony band. Yee-haw. Luckily, they're playing with the phenomenally steamy Bonfire Madigan, who will leave your knees weak with almost-smutty vocals fueled by the ancient, mystical power of femaleness--not to mention the hypnotic pendulum of bass, drums, and a wanton cello. Guttural keening, low accusatory stutters, and sultry lyrics--vocalist/cellist Madigan Shive does it all with a fantastic, professional abandon. Absolutely recommended. JS

NINA GORDON

(Aladdin Theater) Nina Gordon, late of Veruca Salt--the radio hit, the amusingly-titled album, the sprawling fan base of aging sorority grrrls--has, somehow, vaulted toward maturity. Her new album channels Julie London and Ann Wilson and assumes a casually ecstatic contentment. It affects a truly adult pop-like Britney Spears, after the first divorce and the realtor's license--accepting of life's changes and blissfully ignorant toward past embarrassments. JAY HORTON


MONDAY 11/6

LITTLE SUE AND LYNN CONOVER

(White Eagle Saloon) Little Sue is what you call real country. She's not about "becoming the bridge from pop to country," or whatever other crappy excuse people like Shania Twain and the Dixie Chicks use to justify their formulaic shite. For that, you gotta love Little Sue (aka adorable Portlander Susannah Weaver). You could also love her for her great songwriting ability, even though her songs are not really about cows or horses (they are, occasionally, about boys), or her voice, which is charming, yet not too sweetie sweet--goes great with the gritty, on-the-porch guitar. One can see why you might not love her--she's pretty much doing something that's been done before, by a lot of really great people--but if you appreciate the real deal even a little bit, you'll probably appreciate Little Sue. KATIA DUNN


TUESDAY 11/7

MERCURY ELECTION DAY PARTY

(Conan's Pub, 6 pm) As of press time, it was predicted that George W. Bush is in danger of winning both Oregon and Washington because so many of us are voting for Ralph Nader. So, of course, you'll have to be knee-whoppin' wasted if that happens. Come drink some beer and have some free food catered by Half & Half Restaurant, as we celebrate our democracy (or, in the case of eeee-vil Bush, mourn the imminent passing of many of our freedoms, not to mention clean air and water). Plus, we swear to god that no matter how drunk we get, we will NOT have a Don MacLean sing-a-long... we hate Don MacLean. JS


WEDNESDAY 11/8

RED76 REGULAR SHOW STARRING JOHN FAHEY, JACKIE-O MOTHERFUCKER, HOCHENKEIT, BIG SPIDER TRIBE, SUNSHIP, KRAMPUS, MORE

(Viscount Ballroom, 3 pm) Rumor has it that Amos Lattier, one of the artists at this regular Red76 art/performance/music extravaganza, will be programming calculators with every word possibly made with numbers (i.e. HELLO, or BOOBIES) and they will have a dialogue. This fucking great installation will be an opportunity for some of the best improv/experimentalist musicians in town to go nuts on its pop culture implications. I hope they can work it into their acts, anyway. JS See CD Review pg 21

SAMIAM, DIVIT, LONGSHOT

(Pine Street Theater) Longshot is one of Portland's newest additions to loud, vein-bursting, blue-collar punk rock, with a brow-furrowingly intense, sinewy-necked vocalist, rock-n-roll thrashing, and a heavy-handed drummer. They're not flooringly original, but at one of their first shows, there was nearly an aggressively Pabst-fueled, inter-gender fist fight within the first couple of songs--that's probably a sign they're doing something right, on the crowd-pleasing end. JS


GOING TO SEATTLE?

Thurs 11/2: Dismemberment Plan (Crocodile); Irakere (Jazz Alley)

Fri 11/3: ROCKRGRL MUSIC FESTIVAL: The Gossip, Bonfire Madigan, Two Ton Boa, Shotgun Won (Crocodile)

Sat 11/4: Sir Mix-a-Lot (Jimmy Z Ltd., Everett, WA); Damon & Naomi (Showbox); ROCKRGRL MUSIC FESTIVAL: Penelope Houston, Kindness, Ramona the Pest, Roberta Donnay, Pi (Elysian); Exene Cervenka's Original Sinners, Fabulous Disaster, Candy Ass, Jane Jensen & the Dolls, Nicole Blackman (Crocodile)

Sun 11/5: Enemymine, Swarming Hordes, Raft of Dead Monkeys, Ex Best Friend (Graceland)

Mon 11/6: Corey Feldman's Truth Movement, The Bad Apples, Hafacat (OK Hotel)

Wed 11/8: Fatboy Slim, Scanty Sandwich (Showbox); kd lang (Paramount)


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