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CHER TICKETS ONSALE AT 9 A.M. JULY 12! Hey queers, wanna-be queers, and all other fans of plastic-faced songstress CHER!! Portland's September 10th Cher concert at the Rose Garden is part of her FAREWELL TOUR, so if you don't want to be wishing you could turn back time (HAW!), buy your tickets fast at ticketmaster outlets,

www.ticketmaster.com , or by calling 503-224-4400. They'll cost you $54.75 or $79.75, which is quite a gouging, but oh... think of the costumes!



THURSDAY JULY 10

CALIFONE, RILO KILEY, THE ETERNALS, M. WARD, brokeback
(Aladdin, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Lost Angeles' Rilo Kiley is just glistenin' with sparkly backwoods pop warmth. Ms. Jenny Lewis' buttery, take-no-pris'ners (that's how she'd enunciate it--pris'ners) vocal approach is conversational, velvety, lush and more deliciously enticing than a picnic basket full of hat tricks. RK's got plenty of those. The Execution of All Things, their latest and most dynamic release to date on Saddle Creek (!), uses spaciousness excellently, providing mountain-sized room for subtle touches of pedal steel, accordion, and cooling harmony one minute and building towards explosive Cali-bright pop apexes the next. Lewis croons her tales of longing, discovery, and strife with the wisdom of a porch grandma and the wide-eyed hopefulness of a kid who just wants to be "better" and "smarter." JOAN HILLER



BRAND NEW, THE BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE, SENSES FAIL, MONEEN
(Meow Meow, 527 SE Pine) Oh, the emo lead singer, you've got it soooo tough. If being white, beautiful, and from an upper middle-class background wasn't bad enough, you also have a forum to voice all your complaints. So if you're Jesse Lacey of Brand New, that's exactly what you do, complain. Like a bratty child who stacked one too many scoops of ice cream on his cone until they all came tumbling down, Lacey stomps and moans as the victim of numerous love affairs gone awry. This would be all well and good if it wasn't so damn derivative, having been hashed over a million times by their peers. Openers The Beautiful Mistake are exactly the same as Brand New, but instead of girls, the songs are about Jesus. CM



WE'RE FROM JAPAN, SCUFFLE & DUSTCOUGH, JOHN WAYNE SAMURAI
(Holocene, SE 10th & Morrison) First let me say this, no matter how skeptical you are of these goofy band names, this show only costs $2. Second, this is a night of purty party music. We're From Japan explores Mogwai-style instrumentals, while Scuffle & Dustcough reincarnates members of Portland's old favorites Emergency and augments their drum/guitar rock with cello. John Wayne will attempt to seduce you with violin, cello, and guitar, but I'm pretty sure you'll end up falling for Holocene's scantily clad bartendresses instead. KATIE SHIMER



CRADLE OF FILTH, SHADOWS FALL, KILLSWITCH ENGAGE, SWORN ENEMY
(Roseland, NW 6th & Burnside) Few Black Metal bands have remained on the lips of American listeners as long as Cradle of Filth. Their major label debut Damnation and a Day on Sony UK is sure to spread the disease through suburban America, only ensuring their legacy. COF's music is dark as you may expect, dispatching nonbelievers with screeching guitars and vocals that would have you believe that hell itself is rising, or at least that you should break up the catfight out back. They are also capable of scoring heavily orchestrated pieces such as the new album opener "A Bruise on the Silent Moon," which owes a lot to classical influence. If the youth of America are to be perverted by leather clad, make-up-caked demons, I'll take Cradle of Filth any day. CHAZZ MADRIGAL



SOLO DOS EN TIJUANA, LASERHAWK, IMMINENT MUSIC COMPANY, PLANS VS. THE SEA
(Blackbird, 3728 NE Sandy) LASERHAWK is a high-power, highly accurate air assault rifle!!! LASERHAWK is a Sci-fi action thriller about a band of teenagers saving the world from an alien invasion!!! LASERHAWK is a... slow-grooving instrumental funk-jazz band??? Uh, yeah, I guess it's that, too. JWS



FRIDAY JULY 11

THE BUGS
(Chez What?, 2203 NE Alberta) The Bugs are a two-piece garagy-punk band, but don't think you've heard it before. With songs that are equal parts beer-drenched shout-alongs and Saturday night hop anthems, they will kick your ass and leave you hungry for more. Trading slots between drummer and singer/guitarist they give a performance more reminiscent of a low rent circus outfit than a rock show. And when's the last time you went to the circus? CHAZZ MADRIGAL

[SIDEBAR: Chez What? is at the end of their financial rope, so this weekend will be their last for a while... Unless of course, someone gives them a bunch of money to stay open. So if you have a bunch of money and you love Chez What? make this weekend a miracle. Otherwise, just make it down for a final G&T.]



CROSSTIDE, THE CASKET LOTTERY, ROCKY VOTOLATO, LEAD VEINS
(Nocturnal, 1800 E Burnside) The Casket Lottery's third album, Survival Is for Cowards, sets a new precious-metal standard. It lures listeners with melodies that beckon like curled fingers, then whispers bitter tirades into their ears. Opening with a levee-breaking percussive rumble, Survival merges ten confident musical statements with ten narrators' desperate pleas for acknowledgment. The Casket Lottery's live sets are as carefully arranged as its painstakingly sequenced albums. Some acts continually alternate between mellow and boisterous, mesmerizing their crowds before giving them a jolt, but singer Nathan Ellis apparently can only get angry once an evening, so all the bitter songs run in a row. ANDREW MILLER



COOLER KIDS
(Level, 13 NW 6th) "Hey girl... zippers and your pearls... hey girl... when I punk through the door, I'm a debutante!" The preceding Cooler Kids lyric sample is what you'd expect from a song on the Lizzie McGuire soundtrack. What you wouldn't expect, however, is how utterly addictive their debut record, Punk Debutante, is; I am obsessed with its house-inflected disco beats, quirky, campy optimism, its implied jet-settingness; even its occasional, armchair-philosophical rhetoric. ("What are you doing the rest of your life?" one lyric purrs seductively.) While it's clear the actual Cooler Kids--Sisely Treasure and Kaz Gamble--are just the fashionably cute, young, sassy faces for the real talent in the record's behind-the-scenes producer (ex-Luscious Jackson bassist Jill Cunniff), you wouldn't expect anything less than eye candy for a musical treat so... candy-licious. The tracks bump (see producer above) and Treasure's mini-diva vocals are completely solid and convincing without the assistance of pitch-shifter or creepy robotic warped effects, unlike certain Britneys we know. And Kaz, well... Kaz Gamble is the Silent Bob of the duo, except hot. JULIANNE SHEPHERD



HIGH ON FIRE, DRUNK HORSE, WITCH MOUNTAIN
(Berbati's, 231 SW Ankeny) Do you know what the terms tinnitus or cochlear implants mean? If you don't pack some ear plugs; you will after tonight's show. Once the last Sabbath-sized riff from High On Fire is finished, you'll stumble out of Berbati's with a soft trickle of blood sliding down your ear. At first your bleeding ears will be some sort of novelty, like a wood-shop accident or silly STD. But soon the incisive ringing won't fade, and you'll be forced to join the ranks of former stoner-metal High on Fire fans turned deaf heshers. Sorry dude, maybe next show High on Fire will perform with a sign-language translator on stage with them. CM



THE ROMANES, PUNK GROUP, BLONDAGE
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) A couple of cover bands get their groove on; The Romanes with their annual salute to (take a good guess now... that's right!) The Ramones; Blondage with their salute to Blondie. JWS



SATURDAY JULY 12

ELECTROCADE W/ SOLENOID, AINU, DJS JAMMOTRON & AFROBEAT
(Ground Kontrol, 610 SW 12th) See Destination Fun pg 15



NUDGE CD RELEASE!!
(Blackbird) See My What a Busy Week pg 17



EELS, MC HONKEY
(Aladdin) Eels are nothing if not enigmatic, and on the band's latest release, Shootenanny, singer/songwriter/ instrumentalist Mark Oliver Everett--or just E, if you will--mixes it up again. In the past, Eels have gone from stripped-down indie to dark and moody orchestral to sample-laden dance grooves, and now with Shootenanny, we have lighthearted pop. All good. KATHLEEN WILSON



ELECTRIC SIX, FIREBALLS OF FREEDOM, THE WITCHES
(Dante's) Sure, Electric Six have benefited from the media's insatiable love for all rocky things outta Detroit, but these pranksters are more Andrew W. K. than White Stripes. The multiple layers of irony; the raucous send-ups of metal, disco, punk, and new wave; and the glittery disco ball aflame on their T-shirts all bespeak a group with more wit and charisma than a stadium full of earnest, Nuggets-worshiping garage rockers. DAVE SEGAL



MISS TEEN IDAHO, THE NEINS, THE LIONS
(Twilight, 1420 SE Powell) The last time I saw a show at the Twilight it was akin to sticking my head into a turbine engine, but I guess big pussys like me just shouldn't be at insanely loud rock shows. Tonight might be something of a volume compromise, with the Delta Blues rock and the punk rock blues of locals the Neins. KS



BINGO & NO BANDS
(Nocturnal) It's kind of ironic we're covering this event in the music section of the paper... because its big hook is that there IS no music! "All of the Bingo, none of the annoying music" screams the press release. Do you see? Do you see the irony!? Oh, it's rich. Actually, to be utterly fair, there's a DJ: DJ Devrox. But ol' Devrox won't hit the floor until the Bingo is all played out, thereby allowing you to devote your entire brain to this game of chance. JWS



MING & FS, DJ SCENE, DJ MATT B
(Ohm, 31 NW 1st) On their most recent release, Human Condition, Ming & FS once again explore their self-described "junkyard" sound--an amalgamation of all beats raw and funky with a predominantly jungle/hiphop style. That's good and all, but the live format is where the duo's skills are fully represented. With shows featuring DJs who produce their own music, much of the excitement comes from hearing which records are thrown into the mix. Regardless of what is packed into their crates this time around, I know that unless both Ming & FS are prevented from reaching their instruments, they will unleash fury on the dance floor like a junkyard dog. NICOLAE WHITE



SUNDAY JULY 13

RAGAS OF TWILIGHT W/TERRY RILEY
(Community Music Center, 3350 SE Francis) So Terry Riley, who basically single-handedly started the minimalist movement (you know, Philip Glass, Steve Reich, and pretty much every experimental band), turned to Indian music in 1970 when he started studying with the North Indian Raga vocalist Pandit Pran Nath. Ragas are a type of devotional song, and in North Indian are associated with the time of day--in this case twilight--and Riley has become something of a famous performer of these rhythmically complex ditties, often seen touring with the way famous tabla player Zakir Hussain. Translation of all of this? Expand your horizons. STEVEN LANKENAU



BINARY DOLLS, THE PLACES, RAL PARTHA VOGELBACHER, THE GUNSHY
(Blackbird) The Binary Dolls kick out the slow jams, with a loungy, almost lackadaisical delivery. The singer sounds like he's a little bit sad, but doesn't care as much as the average anguished crooner mewling to his Converse. A mix of electronics and guitars thick enough to dredge a river, the Dolls are super cool, to the point of affectation. Which is long overdue for a comeback by the way. Who wants to pay to see unpretentious Joes try to undermine their egomania? Ham it up! Anyhow, the Dolls aren't half bad, but they're not amazing or particularly original. However, they are a good example of solid, sullen Northwest music, and they have a lot of promise. MS



MARILYN MANSON
(Schnitzer, SW Broadway & Main) See Music pg 19



(SMOG), DESTROYER
(Lola's Room, 1332 W Burnside) Yes those parentheses belong there, and no, I haven't the slightest idea why. Like a better-shaved Will Oldham, Bill Callahan--formerly Smog, and currently (Smog)--makes sweet and sorrowful mellow music for the sad-bastard set. His new album, Supper, is the same old same old, with little variation, which would be disappointing if Callahan weren't so precise in what he does. Few people have the ability to make sadness such an art form, although it would be nice to hear some variety from time to time. CM



SPOON, THE NATURAL HISTORY
(Berbati's) See Music pg 21



MONDAY JULY 14

THE UNIT BREED, MORSE CODE HEARTBEAT, MUSTAPHA MOND, DEAR DIARY, I SEEM TO BE DEAD
(Nocturnal) It's a fine line to walk, that of aggressive music that does not come off macho, but local lads Morse Code Heartbeat pull it off with much success. A little old school emo chest-pounding combined with just enough metal to make the finished product a brilliant mess of noise, emotion, and double-bass pedal. Tonight is also their tour kick-off show, plus The Unit Breed's, so be sure to bring the boys some trail-mix for those long van rides, condoms, and some Lindane Shampoo, which is this great medicine that fights lice in both the head and pubic region. Not that I would know. A friend told me, I swear. CM



RESURRECTION OF LOCAL HIPHOP II: ILLAJ, MADJESDIQ, MIC CRENSHAW
(Meow Meow) It seems to me that Portland's local hiphop acts resurrect themselves quite frequently, but hey, with so much talent, who can blame them. This is a good night to sample some of Portland's sharpest and most dedicated emcees; all three who practically breathe positivity. KS



ERASE ERRATA, KING COBRA, SHOPLIFTING
(Disjecta, 116 NE Russell) See Music pg 19



TUESDAY JULY 15

JOHNNY THUNDERS TRIBUTE W/THE WEAKLINGS, NEW WAVE HOOKERS, FIST CITY, BLACKJACK, EX-BOYFRIENDS, EXPLODING HEARTS
(Dante's) Hearken back to a time when being a rock and roll star practically meant there was a drug addiction in your recording contract. Appropriately enough, this tribute night to Johnny Thunders is a benefit for Outside In, where retro-influenced drug takers can exchange their dirty needles (since unfortunately Hepatitis C is also "one to watch"). Check out a clutch of punkers do it up for their big influence in the sky, hopefully with the same gusto they gave to belting out NY Dolls songs in their bedroom, wondering if someday they too might be on stage. It's so fucking cute. The Weaklings, New Wave Hookers, Fist City, Blackjack, Ex-Boyfriends, and the best-dressed band in town, Exploding Hearts, will all be there, so it's a night that's almost guaranteed to be heavier on the proficiency and lighter on the karaoke-like, pathetic attempts. MS



ICE T, BODYCOUNT, ANYBODY KILLAH, E SHAM THE BOOGIE MAN
(Roseland) See My What a Busy Week pg 17



WEDNESDAY JULY 16

REGGIE & THE FULL EFEECT, MIDTOWN, A STATIC LULLABY, MOTION CITY SOUNDTRACK
(Aladdin) Featuring Get Up Kids keyboard player James Dewess, Reggie And The Full Effect are a wacky power-hook example of a bad joke run painfully dry. The worst part is that to most music fans, The Get Up Kids are seen as a joke, riding the rails of bad emo to a career that has transformed the Kids into late-20s adults and lasted far too long. As far as the ha-ha music scale goes, Reggie ranks pretty low--somewhere between 2 Live Jew and late-era Ray Stevens. With hilarious slogans likes "Reggie Loves Tacos," I'm forced to wonder who in their right mind thinks this is even remotely entertaining? CM



BARDO POND, KINSKI, MOMERATHS
(Blackbird, 3728 NE Sandy) The term Bardo comes from the Buddhist religious text The Bardo Thotrol, aka The Tibetan Book of the Dead. Bardo refers to the process where, after death, a soul's experiences are evaluated, and the next direction the soul will take is decided. What direction will your soul take on Wednesday night? Hopefully, it will head down to the Blackbird to catch the excellent music of Bardo Pond. These psychedelphia rockers have been making great music for 10 years now. Their personal brand of indierock has influenced many bands, including Seattle space rockers Kinski. The two should compliment each other like opposites on the color wheel, or like ladies compliment me on my dance moves at Quest on a Saturday night. STEVE LANNING



MINMAE, MOUSE THAT ROARED, VIVA VOICE
(Berbati's) Sadsters unite: two gentle, down-and-out indie-pop bands are ready to croon at you. Minmae's on the crisper side, with little fuzz or effects getting in the way of their solid gee-tar ditties. Mouse That Roared has more musical gimmickery happening, but they're not any less easy on the ears. JWS

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