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THURSDAY 6/17

XIU XIU, DAME DARCY'S DEATH BY DOLL, GOOD FOR COWS, SECRET PUPPETS
(Disjecta, 119 NE Russell) But really, what IS "good for cows"? Grass? Cud? Humane slaughterhouses? Feed that isn't partially composed from other cows? In this case, it's a jazzy drum and upright bass duo from the Bay Area, which just doesn't make sense at all. Everyone knows cows prefer TUBA to upright bass. Yes, tubas took second stage to upright bass as music picked up speed during the Swing Era of the late '20s and early '30s, but cows do NOT follow current trends! They still enjoy the sound of deep-throated brass instruments. They are THROWBACK ANIMALS, deeply rooted in tradition. I'm tired of these bands that don't do their damn research. JUSTIN WESCOAT SANDERS



CART!
(Ozone Records, 701 E Burnside, 6 pm) Combining not-too-serious hardcore screaming with Slint-style talk-singing with spastic punk riffs with skillful math metal, local band Cart! is onto something--they're bursting with enthusiasm for one, and they actually match it with talent. This is an instore for their new CD. KATIE SHIMER



JULIANA HATFIELD, THE CAROLINES, LOCH LOMOND
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) The '90s were a strange time for rock and punk, a transitional period where the sheets were ripped off the underground and bubblegum college pop was marketed alongside Mudhoney singles on the MTV as one united alternative nation. It's weird to think about this while listening to Juliana Hatfield's latest, In Exile Deo. Who plotted her trajectory from Boston Agnes B princess (in the Blake Babies) to Miss Heavy Rotation 1994 (with her Three) to now, a lovely but unremarkable album halfway between Country Music Television Lite and triple-A format radio? I mean, did the Clinton years make us soft? JULIANNE SHEPHERD



A STAND AT VIENNA, GHOST RUNNER ON THIRD, FALLING CLOSER
(Four Seasons Bowl, 322 SE Washington, Hillsboro) It's rare to see a pickup baseball game these days--tumbleweed rolls portentously across many the empty inner-city diamond--because it takes so many players to make the game viable. That is, unless undermanned teams start reviving the lost art of the ghost runner, that phantom entity that marks the progress of batters who must return to the plate. Calvin and Hobbes paid loving tribute to this phenomenon--Hobbes suggested the ghost crowd was "boo-ing" his rival--and now this whiny-voiced, chunky-riffed quintet has paid it the ultimate homage. While its moniker might make early-Milo-era Descendents fans wistful about their sandlot days, Ghost Runner's sound is pure modern-day Warped Tour fodder. Like its titular apparition, Ghost Runner is almost home, with only this gig standing between it and a show in its birthplace Tacoma. ANDREW MILLER



VESTAX TOUR
(Platinum Records, 104 SW 2nd, 3 pm - 8 pm) Hey DJs! Here's your chance to put your silky smooth fingertips on the latest in Vestax gear--plus try to win, like, Vestax windbreakers. I don't know about you, but the thought of messing around with DJ Qbert's QFO turntable/mixer sends chills down my spine. JS



FRIDAY 6/18

BUCKETHEAD'S GIANT ROBOT FEAT BRAIN & BUTTHOUSE, THE COUGARS
(Berbati's, 10 SW 3rd) He wears a KFC bucket on his head and a white mask over his face. A gimmick? More like a disguise. Underneath the mask hides a robot--the fastest guitar-shredding robot chicken ever created. He claims to have grown up in a chicken coop; perhaps he was raised by those mutant KFC chickens--the ones with eight wings, two beaks, and four breasts. But I suspect his proclivity towards shred-metal was born of the feeding machines, not the chickens. Buckethead pecks out more notes per second than anyone, which might mean something if music were a contest or a sportÉ but it's more like sex. I ask you: would you like to get fucked by the world's fastest lover? Forget kisses, and foreplay. He's going to pump his brains out in the first minute. And after that, what've you got to look forward to? ANDREW TONRY



CASCADIA STARRING GHISLAIN POIRIER, VITAMINSFORYOU, PROEM, MONTAG, E*ROCK
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison, 8:30 pm) Austin, Texas' Proem (Richard Bailey) came slashing out of the Schematic Records school of razor-sharp, accelerated electro rhythms and heart-piercing melodies. On his 1999 debut, Burn Plate No.1, he pit these seemingly contradictory elements against each other to create a spine-compacting tension. Lacing tricky beats with extreme textures, Proem tracks surge and pulse with gamer-addict adrenaline. His new disc, Socially Inept (Merck), is a more soothing affair. The music's still rhythmically nimble and meticulously arranged, but here Proem stresses sweetly lambent tunes. DAVE SEGAL



MUSH RECORDS SHOWCASE: CIRCUS, ANDRE AFRAM ASMAR, RADIOINACTIVE, ANTIMC, CURSE OV DIALECT
(Meow Meow, 320 SE 2nd, 5 pm) They get bottom billing for this hot indie-hiphop show, but Australia's Curse Ov Dialect is worth getting there early. COD disorients your ass with wildly varied instrumental, vocal, and noise samples; their debut album, Lost in the Real Sky (Mush), features conscious, weirdly flowing rappers spitting over kaleidoscopic backdrops more indebted to ethnomusicologists' libraries than to played-out jazz and funk vinyl. Imagine Public Enemy's Bomb Squad producers remixing Nonesuch's Explorer Series, and you're close to grasping COD's baffling methodology. This hiphop isn't left field; it's completely out of the ballpark. DS



ALTER ECHO, SOLOVOX, AUDITORY SCULPTURE, MANOJ
(Ohm, 31 NW 1st) Speaking of dubtronic science and nomadic noizeÉ Portland's own world-renowned dub sculptor Alter Echo vacuums our landscape into his own echo chamber, churning the brooding Cascadian chills through the vaporizer of Jamaican torrential heat. He's a travelogue, of sorts, cataloguing sounds and snippets from disparate lands and influence as if gluing together a scrapbook, sounding altogether futuristic, united under one scavenged, wired beat. Post-modern, they might have called it a few years ago--it's something like dumpster diving and finding only rubies and working Rolexes. JS



SINCE BY MAN, THE PLOT TO BLOW UP THE EIFFEL TOWER, BELIEVING IN JUNE, THE KINISON
(Solid State, SE 9th & Pine) After receiving rocky receptions as the opening act on F-Minus and Poison the Well tours, The Kinison might be thrilled to headline a few gigs. Then again, judging by its willful inaccessibility it displayed during those warm-up stints, perhaps this choppy emo-punk outfit prefers angry audiences. With its bratty blond/blue-eyed frontman (Eminem could be his thugged-out doppelgangster) dropping his pants and baiting the crowd with his off-key yowls, The Kinison shouldn't have a problem alienating the faithful. But its robust rhythm section, all booming basslines and pounding percussion, can make surly spectators dance in spite of themselves. AM



HOUSE WORK: LA KENDALL, JULIE HERRERA
(Panorama, 341 SW 10th) What'll be working the most tonight is the low-end; Seattle Hitgirls LA Kendall and Julie Herrera (a Cancer and a Libra, respectively), both have tendencies towards the tribal, soulful end of house, with Kendall favoring a little drum 'n' bass and Herrera unafraid to throw down a breakbeat plate. JS



SATURDAY 6/19

X-ECUTIONERS, SIREN'S ECHO, DJ CHILL
(Berbati's, 10 SW 3rd) See MWBW pg 11



M.O.P., PHAROAHE MONCH, SCRATCH (OF THE ROOTS), MYG, DJ O.G. ONE, STARCHILE
(The Sea, 318 SW 3rd, 9 pm) See Music pg 13



FROM THE GROUND UP STARRING DJ WICKED, LIFESAVAS
(Ethos, 5308 N Commercial, 2 pm; afterparty at NAC, 326 SE Morrison, 9:30 pm) Ethos, Inc.'s Urban Music Project is a Rock Camp for Girls-style summer program for kids of either gender, ages 12 and up, to learn the ropes of hiphop--classes cover turntablism, lyricism, production aspects of making hiphop. This afternoon, Huy Pham's Amplified Techniques hosts a b-boy/b-girl competition and live mural-painting event to raise awareness about the project; afterwards, get down with Portland all-area crews in the basement of NAC for a little boogie QT. For more info on the Urban Music Project, call Ethos at 503-241-8824 or visit www.ethos-inc.com . To register for the b-boy/b-girl battle, email goodtenants@hotmail.com . JS



THE WEAKLINGS, THE BEAUTIFUL MOTHERS, TREPAN, EVENING AT THE BLACK HOUSE
(Sabala's, 4811 SE Hawthorne) The Weaklings are still at it with their swashbuckling glam-o punk attitudes, and this time they're armed with a new CD. It's been 10 years of marriage between Portland and this band, so it's sort of like we own them. The Beautiful Mothers bring us some dirty, classic metal in all its scungy glory. Makes you want to buy up all the acid wash denim at the thrift store. Trepan, as you can guess from their scary brain surgery referenced name, are also metal, though of the more high strung and grungy sort. Like they said, no more hippies. MS



KMFDM, BLACK: JAPAN
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) Industrial peeps are getting it good this week, with one of the most original Euro dance-core bands rolling through town, KMFDM. Trent Reznor asks that any fans of his that have not seen KMFDM not do so, and instead consider applying for one of the job positions as human statue currently open at his home. MS



HELLA, NEED NEW BODY, MAXIMUM
(Disjecta, 119 NE Russell) Hella are a brain-shaking, incredibly fast-paced instrumental band made up of nothing more than a drummer and a guitar player. Together they make some of the most cacophonous melodies out of nearly total dissonance. It shouldn't add up, but the Sacramento-based twosome managed to do it on their 2002 debut, Hold Your Horse Is, a stunning exercise in what could only be called symphonic discordance. Hella has returned with a new album called The Devil Isn't Red, recorded live without the addition of a single overdub. And the sound is absolutely huge. KATHLEEN WILSON



ATLAS: J-BOOGIE, ANJALI, THE INCREDIBLE KID, E3
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Tonight, one of Portland's best dance nights--and our only regular fix of bhangra, Asian garage, Latin hiphop and house, and other cornucopia of global delectables--hosts Mr. Dubtronic Science himself, SF DJ J-Boogie. JS



THE ROCKET SUMMER, PLAIN WHITE T'S, NUMBER ONE FAN, KEVIN DEVINE
(Nocturnal, 1800 E Burnside) The Rocket Summer exists in a weird pop-music vacuum, a white-bread world of saccharin ballads, and the sort of songwriting skills one would expect from a campfire sing-along at teen bible camp. Bryce Avary, the WASP-y wunderchild who is The Rocket Summer, is the sort of frontman you can bring home to grandmaÉ the type of guy who writes things like "You are rad and loved. God bless you" on his webpage. Of course, none of this should come as a surprise when your music sounds so mindlessly upbeat, like a piano-tinged ticker-tape parade for Jesus. EZRA ACE CARAEFF



SUNDAY 6/20

PATTY GRIFFIN, CRAIG ROSS
(Aladdin, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Patty Griffin responded on her website. "Thank you. I'm blown away again." That final phrase might strike the committee as a tad inappropriate, but unintentional puns aside, Griffin has a way with words. Her latest album, Impossible Dream, contains some of her most memorable laments, including the lush seven-minute "Mother of God" and the Dixie Chicks-covered "Top of the World." Dream's Nashville-style production touches, such as brassy horn accents and bloated group-vocal choruses, have irked some longtime listeners, but all will be forgiven at Griffin's live shows, which always boil down to her rich, expressive voice and intricate guitar playing. AM



UNDERGROUND UNDERCOVER: QUEEN BEES, F.A.T.A.S.S., RANDY BUSH BAND, SMYRC DRAG CREW
(Meow Meow, 320 SE 2nd) Like a little slice of Castro has been grafted on to East Portland, gay people are taking over seemingly every club in town. Teeny-weeny gay people can do it tonight too, at this all-ages event involving drag performances from locals DK PDX, and leeetle dragsters from SMYRC. Plus Seattle's Queen Bees, who do queer burlesque, and the F.A.T.A.S.S. cheerleaders. Music comes by way of drag king rock band the Randy Bush Band and a dance party to follow all of that. You gays are inextinguishable! MS



BROKEN SPINDLES, PASSAGE, RESTIFORM BODIES, THE FORMLESS
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Faint bassist Joel Peterson's Broken Spindles is one of the few "indie-rocker electronic side projects" worth a damn. Against great odds, classical melodic sophistication and beauty harmoniously coexist with Gang of Four-style edginess on the new fulfilled/complete (Saddle Creek). The disc abounds with dramatic dynamics and accomplished playing. Anyone who can evoke both Oval and Italian horror-flick soundtrackers Goblin demands respect. On The Forcefield Kids (anticon), Passage fuses scrappy guitars and keyboards, bratty vox, and nerdy tunefulness, splitting the difference between Sebadoh and cLOUDDEAD. DS



MARITIME, SNAILHOUSE, OLIVER
(Berbati's, 10 SW 3rd) Founded by the former singer/songwriter of the Promise Ring and the former bassist for the Dismemberment Plan, Maritime sounds exquisitely unlike either of those two bands, both of which were a good time and one of which was epic. The new jam is considerably gentler than its forebears, with a pleasingly oceanic pop lull to their strongest songs. Maritime's record, Glass Floor, is really pretty and direct--not so much songs about a breakup as the songs that get you past one--and if I were a betting man, I'd put my money on a high-energy show. SEAN NELSON



MONDAY 6/21

FISTSIZED, COUGAR
(Twilight, 1420 SE Powell) You know those bands that have real shaky recordings, but you can tell by their sheer enthusiasm that they'd probably put on a good show? Such is this case with grodily named Fistsized. They don't seem like they've quite figured out what they want to do with this band here, but it's definitely gotta be loud, that's one thing. Besides that, they're all over the map, mixing and matching emo moments with straight punk, then going into experimental, dissonant jabs at the audience. It seems embryonic of something that could be brilliant, but today it might be fun. MS



MELLO MONDAYS W/DJ MELLO C
(Momo, 725 SW 10th) Like Missy Mist told it, "make it mello": After a long run at Ringler's, Cool DJ Mello C's poppin-off Monday night parties have found a new residence at Momo--but they're still oxymoronic as ever, unless your definition of Mello includes a blend of current Jammin' hits (Lil' Jon, J-Kwon) and dancefloor rap classics, plus all of dance-happy Portland freaking the beat. JS



TUESDAY 6/22

THE SHAM, SEVEN-YEAR TANGO
(Goodfoot, 2845 SE Stark) The Sham boasts various horns, bitchin' guitar licks, and a marvelous drummer whose pounding cadence thrusts the crowd into a sweaty, orgiastic frenzy. They possess sassy, confident vocals, and the sweet, explosive energy of youth. They are an act that will, if they can just keep on truckin', one day garner a following as strong as Critters Buggin' and Ponga. JWS



JOHNNY CLEGG
(Aladdin, 3017 SE Milwaukie) In 1979, Johnny Clegg (a white African) and Sipho Mchunu (a black African) formed a group called Juluka. This was during a time in South Africa when it was illegal and even dangerous for blacks and whites to mix. Impressively, Juluka's music (a fusion of American rock and African pop) transcended the seemingly inflexible limitations of apartheid and became hugely popular. Disgusted with success (so the story went), Mchunu left the group in the mid-'80s and became a farmer; Johnny Clegg went on to form Johnny Clegg and Savuka, a band that had global recognition for a moment (1988 to 1992). Juluka is responsible for one of the most beautiful African pop songs ever written, "Woza Friday." CHARLES MUDEDE



WEDNESDAY 6/23

MIRAH, DEAR NORA, ANNA OXYGEN, MANTA
(Meow Meow, 320 SE 2nd) Don't begrudge Portland expat Katy Davidson for skipping town. The cotton-voiced songwriter of Dear Nora (perhaps now knighted, with the addition of "XVII" to her name) has reaped the foggy terrain of her Northern California home as inspiration for her drizzly, barefoot folk-pop. Dear Nora's latest, Mountain Rock (Magic Marker), experiments with the notion of isolation in a wide-open wilderness, both lyrically and through production, pasting field-sounds of nature between earthly lullabies with values similar to her billmate Mirah's collaboration with Ginger Brooks Takahashi. Songs like "Caribou, Timber Wolf" and "You Are a Bear" employ breezy space, music-box crescendos, and phonetically elegant phrasing: blissed-out Dear Nora specialties. Also like her earth-loving cohort Mirah, Davidson's hand-clappy sass and tender charm have taken acoustic-pop to high art, whilst keeping steady post on the ground. JS



UPROCK STARRING DJ BEYONDA, DEENA
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Since moving here from Mississippi a year ago, Beyonda has proven herself as one of the top hiphop DJs in town, mixing true-school classics with cuts from the '90s golden era, and the most soulful of today's underground. Tonight, she takes us on a journey through the ages with Deena, KBOO mainstay and no slouch on the decks, herself. JS

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