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THURSDAY 10/30

MORIS TEPPER, SYSTEM & STATION
(Berbati's, 231 SW Ankeny) Los Angelean Moris Tepper was responsible for the riffage on Captain Beefheart's Shiny Beast, but his solo stuff marks the spot closer to the good Frank Black records (the first two, to which he also contributed major solo). His songs are noisy art-pop, some with a raggedy tambourine, trash-can drums popping out like The Great Muppet Caper rats, and a cragged manner of rhythm, wound up tight with electric buzz. His singing voice, which gets lower than Lil' Jon, scrapes solid, like he drank a glass of milk and smoked a cig. JULIANNE SHEPHERD



FREAKY TAILS
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) See Halloween Guide pg 15



DIE MONITR BATSS, AST, HUX, PRINCESS SWEEPSTAKES DOING GOBLIN
(Million, 120 NE Russell) If you're not a fan of 1970s horror movie soundtracks, you may not be a fan of Goblin. But with their insane keyboards and sweeping, prog-rock compositions, you may be a fan of seeing covers of their songs by local maniacs Princess Sweepstakes, especially in this horrific season. See Die Monitor Bats before they leave for tour--the Portland Party Scene won't be the same without them. KATIE SHIMER



BEULAH, JOHN VANDERSLICE, THE SILENTS
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) The cover of Beulah's new record, Yoko, features a stark photo of a bare room with a bar stool in the middle, and the album runs par for the course. Yoko's 10 tracks are laced with strings, woodwinds, and honey-sweetened West Coast instrumentation, while still sounding stark, lean, and unaccompanied. It is a dark record, in lyrical subject matter, and it is tight, no frills or padding. Now, if they would've actually got Yoko herself to do some guesting, this shit woulda gone platinum. ADAM GNADE



TRAGEDY, CADAVERZ ON KITESTRINGS
(Meow Meow, 527 SE Pine) Don't miss a chance to see incredible hardcore torch-bearers Tragedy, whose crusty, political stee peeks up from the underground now and again. Cadaverz on Kitestrings have created an elaborate personal mythology, which incorporates the severed heads of stuffed animals and tells of their being violently orphaned, and subsequent morphing into changelings. JS



FRIDAY 10/31

THE SHINS
(Music Millennium, 6 pm, free) See Music pg 23



DEAD MOON, THE NIGHTMARES, THE NEINS
(Ash Street) Dead Moon's Halloween show has been a Portland tradition ever since they and the Satyricon were just pups. Satyricon's gone, but Dead Moon are still rockin' it harder than you know how, and their "haunted" imagery really makes them the perfect Halloween band. Frequent openers (for Dead Moon, and of beer cans) The Nightmares will ply their hardnosed punkish rock with a sprinkle of sleaze and a dash of macabre. And the Neins will surely get things bouncing with their amped-up vintage garage-rock, complete with a--dare I say, SPOOKY--organ sound, and tales of Abraham Lincoln's severed head! MUWAAAA HA HA HAAA! ROLAND COUTURE See Halloween Guide pg 15



BLACK ANGEL, TRUTH & SOUL
(Berbati's) "Portland" and "soul" is not the most common word combo, but the local eight-piece group Black Angel do it well. They continue the P-Town tradition of mixing things up a bit with other musical styles--in this case rock and funk, primarily--and they round things out with passionate vocals from Tahoe Jackson and J.R. Pella. JUSTIN WESCOAT SANDERS



SWEATY NIPPLES, STORM & THE BALLS
(Dante's) Chances are, if you're a fan of the NW music scene, you've seen or heard a lot of Sweaty Nipples. After impressing the populace with a heavy hitting, unique take on "alternative" music, they've been silent. Well, some of them have been playing as Storm's Balls, so they'll be doing double duty tonight. If you're a fan, rest the records and check out this reunion show, especially if you never got to see them live. MS



AC/DC COVER NIGHT
(Twilight) See Halloween Guide pg 15



BOLLYWOOD HORROR
(Fez) See Halloween Guide pg 15



STOVOKOR, LAST EMPIRE, ENGORGED, CARNIFEX
(Nocturnal) See Halloween Guide pg 15



KINGS X, FISHBONE, KANDLES AT NINE, ONE FIRE, TRAPEZE JEN
(Roseland) In a now-forgotten early hiphop song, "Play That Beat (Mr. DJ)" by MC G.L.O.B.E., there is a line that, against a rather sad, synthetic string arrangement, goes something like this: "punk, rock, new wave, and soulÉ rock and roll, calypso, reggae, rhythm and blues, master mix those number one tunes." MC G.L.O.B.E. may easily have ended that line with this: "Fishbone plays all of those wonderful tunes." Based in Los Angeles, and once close friends with the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Fishbone had their moment from the mid-'80s to the early '90s, with their commercial peak in 1988 with the album Truth and Soul--it featured their excellent rendition of Curtis Mayfield's "Freddie's Dead." High energy, lots of fun, all in your face--these are a few things that Fishbone are. CHARLES MUDEDE



SATURDAY 11/1

SOMETHING CORPORATE, RX BANDITS, MAE, THE FORMAT
(Roseland) Something Corporate just cannot win. First they "burst" onto the scene with the name "Something Corporate" and the kids dissed and laughed. Then they released their slam-bang single "If U C Jordan," an American Pie-flavored take on "punk," and the kids dissed and laughed. Up next came their amalgamation of all things emo, "I Woke Up In A Car," and the kids dissed and laughed. Now, their new Drive-Thru/Geffen release North hits stores, opening with the squeamo line "close your eyes and I will be swimming" and... I think you know where this is going. ADAM GNADE



SINGAPORE SLING, TELEPHONE, NOTE NOTAS
(Ash Street) Singapore Sling, a six-piece from Reykjavik, offers more than just feedback on their Stinky Records debut, The Curse of the Singapore Sling. There's definite audible respect paid to Duane Eddy within, a man without whom there would be no "Surfin' USA" from the Beach Boys (who lifted the opening guitar line from Eddy's "Movin' and Groovin'") in 1963, nor the screeching, fuzzed-out cover of songs turned out by the Jesus and Mary Chain in 1988. Refreshing, isn't that? Then again, so is all the glorious reverb churned out by the three guitarists in the band, which makes for a fine album full of static and danger. KATHLEEN WILSON



THE SIX PARTS SEVEN, SUMMER HYMNS
(Disjecta) Kent, Ohio's the Six Parts Seven haven't released an album of new material since 2002's Things Shaped in Passing. But Suicide Squeeze put out Lost Notes from Forgotten Songs, featuring remakes of the band's songs from the likes of John Atkins ("Attitudes of Collapse"), Isaac Brock ("From California to Houston, on Lightspeed"), Sam Beam ("Sleeping Diagonally"), and Dave Bazan ("A Blueprint of Something Never Finished"), as well as a wistful cover of "On Marriage" by tonight's headliners, who first met the Six Parts Seven while on tour in 2001. KW



ZACH RANDOLPH SEASON KICKOFF/BOSKO CD LISTENING PARTY: BOSKO, COOL NUTZ, MORE
(Berbati's) After the heartbreaking trail of dead that was baseball season, our final option is to invest all of our hope (and wages) in the last bastion that is the NBA. And who better to represent this hope than Zach Randolph, who stands like a great gleaming beacon, imbuing the Blazers with a blinding glow, so that we may not even see our fingers. It's bad luck to miss this event, methinks, wherein Monsieur "Lighthouse" Randolph will be celebrated, as will Bosko's new offering on local Jus' Family Records, along with other great Jus' Family lights--OG One, DJ Chill, Brotha Luv, etc. --who will illuminate our need to party like a search beam. JS



EDWARD POP, GINGANG, HOARY POURY
(Kelly's Olympian) See Music pg 15



CURTIS SALGADO
(Gemini, 465 N State, Lake Oswego) After years of playing large amphitheaters alongside artists such as Robert Cray, Steve Miller, George Thorogood and Carlos Santana, there was nowhere for Curtis Salgado to go but down. Luckily, that placed him right where he wanted to be. The raspy-voiced belter turns club gigs into steamy soul saunas, ranging from buttery ballads to gritty blues-rock to dirty Delta shuffles during marathon sets. ANDREW MILLER



BROADCAST, ELECTRELANE, HAWK AND A HACKSAW
(Aladdin) British quintet Broadcast's influences (including Silver Apples, United States of America, White Noise) are known by about seven percent of the US population, but they somehow transform them into infectious nuggets of retro-futurist, space-age rock that's novel, not novelty kitsch. The alluringly composed center of Broadcast's slow-motion psychedelia, Trish Keenan, utters lullingly luscious croons like a 'luded-up Lulu (ask your folks). Broadcast are supporting their second album in seven years, haha sound (Warp), a disc that seductively fuses orchestral beauty and analog-synth percolations into songs that could score a film of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. By contrast, the four feisty femmes in Electrelane are superb interpreters of Kraut-rock legends Neu!'s unstoppable motorik groove; check out their 2001 debut album, Rock It to the Moon (Mr. Lady) for proof. Dominated by Verity Susman's inflammatory Farfisa organ drones, Electrelane flit from inviting dirges to crescendoing "Roadrunner"-style rave-ups with equal facility. DAVE SEGAL



RUFIO, MOTION CITY SOUNDTRACK, ACCEPTANCE, OVER IT
(Meow Meow) Emo bands unite. Check Motion City Soundtrack, if you haven't already. They've got pop and pep, and lead singer Justin Pierre is more than willing to rock the falsetto. It should be said, however that the song "The Future Freaks Me Out" has a reference to Will and Grace, which is never, EVER a good call. JWS



GIVE UP THE GHOST, FAIRWEATHER, THE BLED, DAUGHTERS, COUNTDOWN TO LIFE
(Solid State) You've bought the Locust T-shirts, bumper stickers, coke mirrors, belt buckles, and, most importantly, CDs. You've checked out Racebannon and An Albatross and like the way their grindcore insect noise eats through your brain like rabid termites. So what's next? Daughters!, a Providence, Rhode Island, band with little patience for songs that last any longer than pipe-bomb explosions. The white static surrounding their hivelike riffs is electric enough to fry an entire colony of indie rockers, as their latest release, Canada Songs, can attest. Splattercore has a new punk Jackson Pollock. JENNIFER MAERZ



SUNDAY 11/2

DAY SHOWCASE STARRING LIBRETTO, DIALEK, DJS PAPERCUTS AND SNEAKERS, DESTRO
(Ash Street) Libretto's performances are a treat. While his most recent release, the "Dirty Things" 12" on One Drop, is a sampling of his lush lyricism, it's most satisfying to see him live, confident and smooth, where he'll give good song from his full-length. However, although I adore Libretto in nearly every way, I must say I am genuinely incredulous that he's repping for Los Angeles in his photo on pg 29. LOS ANGELES, man?!? That's like insulting your own mom! JS



DJ SAFI'S DIRTY 30 PARTY STARRING STRATEGY, BROKENWINDOW, THE INCREDIBLE KID, ANJALI, HERMANO, RAY BRIGLEB, NOFADER, MORE
(Holocene) The best way to hit the three-oh: tell everyone you know, and if they happen to be your DJ peers, well then word up to that, too. DJ Safi, aka Shayla Hason, packs more records than a paralegal, having collected dub, new wave, international beat shiz, etc. on her travels in the world as photography maven and all-purpose international superstar. Of course she totes only the best DJs, and even got some--Eliazar, Xiao K, Pausz--to come out of hibernation. We should all be so lucky to party like it's our birthday, anyway. JS



THE LANGUAGE OF YOUTH
(p:EAR, 809 SW Alder, 6:30 pm) Led by wee Portland sister duo the Black Peppercorns, the Language of Youth is a chance for kid-sized musicians, artists, and poets to flash their wares and flex their vocal cords. This will be far better than many other shows for the following reasons: 1. face-painting session! 2. open jam! 3. bands, needing a mommy, of actual mommy-needing age! The most exciting performance tonight comes from the P:EAR All Stars Band, an ensemble of homeless teens on some John Cage/Robert Rauschenberg shit, who've used their maximum ingenuity to create instruments from found objects and salvaged instruments. Amazing. JS



MONDAY 11/3

MOUNT EERIE, THE MOOLS, NIKAIDOH KAZUMI
(Fourteen) See My What a Busy Week pg 19



TUESDAY 11/4

JR EWING, PANTHERS, SKELETON COAST
(Disjecta) Norwegian slayers JR Ewing get it like San Diego on crack, Humpty--battering screamo with chaos-love piled high like a reindeer's antler. P.S. Sorry about the reindeer reference. JS See MWBW pg 19



UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT B A START, POULAIN, MODERNSTATE, ALAN SINGLEY
(Meow Meow) Even though Up Up Sideways have a ridiculously long name, their brand of tortured hardcore indierock always gets me. Their vocalist scream-sings like he's so pissed he's going to cry, and the cathartic instrumentals back up this oh so frustrating and familiar feeling perfectly. It's too bad they won't have boxing bags and gloves at the show to help further purge your bottled aggression. Or mine. Whoever's. KS



MORSE CODE HEARTBEAT, SHAMELADY, RAPID FIRE PROCESS, HAULER, ARGONAUT
(Solid State) At

www.morsecodeheartbeat.com , lead singer Oliver Merson states, "There you have it. Five years of paying dues. Not a single record, not a single tour, and not a single line of coke done off a midget's ass." No money, no drugs, and no fame? Why do it then, vegan hardcore punks? Ahh yes, for the love... The Love. And for the anarchy chicks, which aren't too far removed from The Love. JWS



WEDNESDAY 11/5

AMERICAN ANALOG SET, ESTER DRANG, INVISIBLE
(Berbati's) Ever the troopers, dreamy Oklahoma pop confectioners Ester Drang continue this tour even after a terrible car accident demolished all their equipment. Luckily, the band themselves emerged unscathed, and will make this show. They write pretty, chocolate-gilded lullabies that fling out in layers with the grace of skipping stones. JS



LADYBUG TRANSISTOR, VIVA VOCE, EUX AUTRES
(Holocene) From Brooklyn, with quiet '60s psychedelia and the elder-statesmen presence of the Divine Comedy, the Ladybug Transistor have worked well for fans who look for comfortably dated light pop without the looped-up sugar high that has kept a lot of the Elephant 6 bands from becoming anything worth talking about over the last few years. Their self-titled latest album was recorded in Arizona, and it's the closest they've ever come to bringing us over to their side--like '99 alt-country written by hippies in generational acid comedown. GUY FAWKES



DEMORALIZER, AMONGST US
(Grand Central Bowl) Bowling's gone metal! Talk about specialized entertainment. If you've been wary about the idea of bands playing on bowling lanes because there just wasn't enough m-e-t-a-l involved, you can celebrate its arrival. (But do they have those cutie-pie bowling pin beers, is the real question.) This is just the first of what promises to be a regular series of metal shows, and includes local stalwarts Amongst Us, so it will still feel like home/a bar. MS



TWIZTID, WOLFPAC, THE R.O.C., SOCIETY 1
(Roseland) Faygo-chugging, face-painting metal maniacs Twiztid, along with their big poppas the Insane Clown Posse, is the Psychotronic attraction of nu-metal gore. They're like being mega into Dead Alive, but thinking crap like 28 Days Later is weak cause it didn't make anybody barf in the aisles. JS



CLARITY PROCESS, STARING BACK, NEAR MISS, TORA! TORA! TORRANCE!, EVER WE FALL
(Solid State) Tora! Tora! Torrance! writes pretty decent, melodic man-boy punk on the slightly artier side, though you want to tell their bratty-harpy vocalist to blow his nose after a minute. Clarity Process holds down the shattered eem, as per usual, but with that cloak of gossamer amp sheen that keeps everything feeling intense and hazy, like you're staring at the world through angry tears. You know? JS



FREESTYLE RHYME CYPHER
(Under the Morrison Bridge, 4 pm) Every Wednesday for four hours, there's an all-inclusive rhyme Rhyme Cypher under the Morrison Bridge at Waterfront Park. Started by emcee August (fka Aug Dog, fka MC A.U.G., aka AK Word), the rules are simple: no beef, no beers, no battles--unless you bring your own boom box?--and leave the haterade at the Plaid Pantry. It's pure, organic, freestyle meet-ups to stick the lyrical chops in the ole sharpener. JS



HANZEL und gretyl, genitorturers, point one, zone wire
(Paris Theater) Total madness is what ensues from a Genitorturers show, after years of mind-bending aural assaults as a monolith of destruction. Their lyrics are pure maniacal Lovecraft-esqe rants on dirty sex, society, and religion, over devastating riffs of lightning--the sound of skulls cracking. This may sound exciting to you, but you my friend could not be more wrong. It will bring devastation to your soul and leave you chanting "Glory be to the Genitorturers, DEATH TO FALSE METAL!" In short, if you're a hesher and/or a sexual deviant you will eat this shit up with a spoon. CHAZZ MADRIGAL

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