P.O.S., SIMS, PAPER TIGER, DEBASER
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) See Music Feature.
DRY COUNTY CROOKS, POWER OF COUNTY, THE KOOZIES,
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) The Dry County Crooks straddle the line firmly between two separate but powerful camps—punk and country. But instead of hastily forcing the two together, the band respectfully borrows from both genres. They are primarily a red-dirt country band that pays tribute to the hard-living, hard-drinking outlaw country icons of yore, mostly the Man in Black. But they can also crank up the volume and go all rural punk on us, channeling the same energy of Social Distortion, or maybe the Pogues, had they traded whiskey for a 24-pack of cheap domestic beer. EZRA ACE CARAEFF
(Edgefield, 2126 SW Halsey, Troutdale) Did you get your tickets for Stevie Wonder? Probably not, seeing as they sold out in about an hour, which figures, this being Stevie's first tour in 10 years and all. So I guess I'll be slithering in the back way—two miles through brambles and blackberry bushes—if only to catch a mere glimpse of the legend himself. Sometimes I wonder if Stevie gets all the credit he deserves. Try naming five artists still touring—or still alive for that matter—in the same league as him. It's not easy. All questions of legacy aside for a moment, the dude is just that fucking bad. Go YouTube "Stevie Wonder drum solo" and you'll see what I mean. ANDREW R. TONRY
(Oregon State Fair, 2330 17th St. NE, Salem) There's a fierce windstorm in my head right now just thinking that "Born to Be Wild" is celebrating its 39th birthday. While most of Steppenwolf's peers were out writing songs about utopia and scorching their brains on "Owsley Purple," these dirtbags were busy laying down the foundation for heavy metal and, subsequently, punk. Singer John Kay possessed an iconic, supersonic soulful bark that conveyed the joy, anger, swagger, and fearlessness that Steppenwolf stood for. Of course, seeing them now will be nothing like the Fillmore in '68. But, hey, at least it's free (although you're going to have to pay admission to get into the fair). JUSTIN PETERSON
HALLELUWAH FEST: THE BLOW, PANTHER, THE JOGGERS, THEY SHOOT
HORSES, DON'T THEY?, ALEXIS GIDEON, THE BEAUTY, VALET, MODERNSTATE,
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) See Music Feature.
GOGOL BORDELLO, DJ SCRATCHY
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) See Music Feature.
DANAVA, PIERCED ARROWS, GRAILS
(Mt. Tabor Legacy, 4811 SE Hawthorne) Tonight's bands rock. In fact they rock pretty hard, but never to the detriment of making smart, challenging, sometimes-dense-as-hell music. This show's lineup is blissfully local, and Danava—who smash together hard rock, electronic spazzing, and thrashy guitar licks—can kick the butts of even the most steadfast and jaded Mt. Tabor regulars. Pierced Arrows is the newly formed and reshaped effort from the founders of Dead Moon, which (needless to say) is exciting in and of itself. And Grails? They've been plodding along, slow and steady, making gorgeous, heavy, echo-y instrumentals for years now. Prepare to be experimentally rocked. HANNAH CARLEN
THE EPOXIES, THEREDHOUR, REPTILIAN
(Satyricon, 125 NW 6th) I know, I know, we totally raved all about the Epoxies in last week's paper ["Planet Epoxy," Music, Aug 23], but now Portland's finest new wave band is throwing an all-age party for the kiddies. Why? Their fantastic My New World EP just hit the streets. In addition to the frantic title track, expect to hear my new fave Epoxies song, "Products." Sounding like the greatest tune Mark Mothersbaugh forgot to jot down in his Devo songbook, the song is nothing but mammoth synth hooks and worried consumerist anthem lyrics: "They make me smart and sexy/They get my toilet clean/I can't be happy without products." Well, if there is one product that can do all those things (okay, maybe not the toilet one), it's a copy of My New World. EAC
JESSE SYKES & THE SWEET HEREAFTER, MARISSA NADLER,
(The Artistery, 4315 SE Division) Robert Wyatt has been famously cited as having "the saddest voice in the world," but lately, Marissa Nadler may be giving him a run for his money. On a recent tribute to Radiohead's OK Computer, Nadler's version of "No Surprises" manages to surpass the original for alone-in-your-room/sad-with-the-world staying power. Her latest, Songs III: Bird on the Water, was recorded by Espers' Greg Weeks, and moves from the luminous "Silvia" to the after-hours lament of "Leather Made Shoes," with a stop along the way to cover Leonard Cohen. That she's both a deft songwriter and an intelligent interpreter of the works of others almost seems unfair. TOBIAS CARROLL
SWALLOWS, AGENT RIBBONS, YELTSIN,
(Slabtown, 1033 NW 16th) Yeltsin are a solid band from Eugene. They sound sort of like a slightly punker Interpol, without all the posturing. The band isn't out there chasing the dream, trying to pen radio-friendly hits, or getting too experimental. Instead they fire it up, shoot back a couple of beers, talk some shit, and come back with tight, driving songs. Over the years, the members of Yeltsin have been in all sorts of indie bands, punk bands, experimental bands, you name it. After all that, they've gotten it whittled down to a pretty fine point. ART
THE RECEIVING END OF SIRENS, EMANUEL, ENVY ON THE COAST,
STRANGLER, HOLIDAY UNHEARD OF
(Rock n Roll Pizza, 11140 SE Powell) Despite the fact that they are unapologetically emo, I have a soft spot for the drama and excess of the Receiving End of Sirens. Their new long-player, The Earth Sings Mi Fa Mi, was recorded on a llama farm (careful, they spit!) and sounds like a million bucks, thanks to longtime producer—and the Ross Robinson of nü-emo—Matt Squire. Throughout the record TREOS come off as absolutely overindulgent, almost to the point of madness, but it's an interesting look at a band that decides to carry such heft on their shoulders. Most acts would trim it down for the sake of their survival, but these Boston kids just keep piling it on. Here's hoping their very ambition doesn't put them in the ground. EAC
JESSE DAYTON, BLACKOUT RADIO, THE
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) It might be tempting to attach it, but the "alt-" prefix doesn't belong anywhere near Jesse Dayton's brand of country. Spanning decades of the genre, Dayton is a veritable jukebox of country hits, from Hank Williams to Waylon Jennings to George Jones. It's not surprising, since he's played alongside most of country's top luminaries. His live shows are a little hit and miss, but when he mixes his tear-jerking originals with whiskey-soaked covers, and douses them all with gallons of sweat and motor oil, it's like witnessing 80 years of country at once. SCOTT MOORE
SUBHUMANS, WITCH HUNT, EMBRACE THE KILL
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) Jesus spike-jacketed Christ, how old are the Subhumans? Does their tour van have a wheelchair lift? Is it littered with bottles of Ensure? Senior discounts at the Travelodge? Still, these legendary punks are out playing all-ages clubs, screaming their politics, and showing kids what DIY is really all about. The Subhumans are a living blueprint, sort of like a punk rock Grateful Dead (hah!). I saw them last year (as ska side-project Citizen Fish) and they hadn't changed a bit. With most bands it's all about the girls and padding the bank account. But not for these guys, they've been real since day one—which was like, I don't know, 1906? ART
THE WATSON TWINS, DOLOREAN, CABINESSENCE
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) See My, What a Busy Week!
HALLELUWAH FEST: CALIFONE, DARK MEAT, BOWERBIRDS, PLANTS,
ETERNAL TAPESTRY, THE BUILDERS & THE BUTCHERS, WHIP, STRANGERS DIE
EVERY DAY, MORE
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) See Music Feature.
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Marie Daulne, founder and frontwoman of Zap Mama, has a lot in common with the late Godfather of Soul. Like James Brown, Daulne—the Belgian-raised offspring of a European father and African mother—runs a tight ship, sternly orchestrating the multifarious sounds of a shifting band of supporting female vocalists. On Supermoon, Zap Mama's newest, the Congo-centric, Euro-tinged cook-up of her debut Adventures in Afropea, Vol. 1 has taken on a lot more ingredients: a healthy heap of American soul and hiphop, afro-beat, and reggae, to varied success. But live, Daulne like Brown, never disappoints. JALYLAH BURRELL
GLAM SKATE: DJ GREGARIOUS, THE SODA POP
(Mt. Tabor Legacy, 4811 SE Hawthorne) Lace up the rollerskates (if you show up in Rollerblades, expect a beatdown), Aqua Net the hair, and roll on out to the Legacy for an evening of decadent power-pop and falling on your ass in front of a big crowd. That's the problem with rollerskating events: For every swift derby girl that can skate backward, there is some drunken clown (usually me) who spends more time bruising their ass by unceremoniously crumbling to the ground every few feet. Rollerskating is just not for everyone. Thankfully the bubblegum popsters in the Soda Pop Kids (whose fantastic new album, Teen Bop Dream, will hit the streets in November) are more forgiving. They'll love you, skate skills or no. EAC
HALLELUWAH FEST: DAMO SUZUKI, EMIL AMOS, ADAM FORKNER,
YELLOW SWANS, EVOLUTIONARY JASS BAND, MASTER MUSICIANS OF BUKKAKE,
CLIMAX GOLDEN TWINS, SEA DONKEYS, TARA JANE O'NEIL, CEXFUCX, ILYAS
AHMED, KATHARINA TUNICATA
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) See Music Feature.
MAGNOLIA ELECTRIC CO., GOLDEN BOOTS
(Someday Lounge, 125 NW 5th) See Music Feature.
EVELYN CHAMPAGNE KING, ROSE ROYCE, TONY TONI
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Pairing '70s stars Evelyn "Champagne" King and Rose Royce with late-'80s/early-'90s soul children Tony! Toni! Toné! is as unlikely as it astute, with both generations of musicians adept at getting audiences on their feet and setting the mood for couples. That said, nostalgists, temper your enthusiasm. Headliner King, 47, is touring to promote her new album, Open Book, so don't expect a hit revue. Worse yet, both the Rose Royce and Tony! Toni! Toné! lineups are missing star vocalists: Gwen Dickey, who left Rose Royce in 1979, and Tony! Toni! Toné!'s one-time frontman Raphael Saadiq, who last kicked up dust as producer, nude cover model, and rumored beau to British ingénue Joss Stone. JB
BILLY BOB THORNTON
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) In the noble tradition of Hollywood stars like Keanu Reeves, Juliette Lewis, and Brian Austin Green, Billy Bob Thornton has a successful career as a singer/songwriter. Unlike those other folks, however, I'm a huge fan of Thornton's acting, and I wish I could say the same thing about his music. For his newest country album, Beautiful Door, he has penned lyrics almost entirely devoid of poetry; they are so earnest and straightforward that they sound silly, as if Thornton is verbally channeling Carl from Slingblade or one of the other slow-witted men he has played on film. JUSTIN W. SANDERS
CROWDED HOUSE, PETER YORN, LIAM FINN
(Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, 1037 SW Broadway) Oh look, it's time for another '80s band to reunite and trudge out on tour. While three years ago a Crowded House reunion may have seemed pretty exciting, in this currently oversaturated reunited band market I find it hard to even take notice. And really, at this point, unless it's the Smiths or the Replacements, I don't think I will care if any other band reunites. So, sorry, Neil Finn. I like you, I really do. You're a great songwriter and you have your son Liam opening the show—how cute—but really, this is nothing personal. I just can't stand to hear about how another band is giving it the old second go-round. ROB SIMONSEN
SAGE FRANCIS (SPOKEN WORD)
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) See My, What a Busy Week!
NACHTMYSTIUM, SKELETONWITCH, DARK BLACK,
(Satyricon, 125 NW 6th) Chicago's Nachtmystium have been a frontrunner in the American black metal sweepstakes for many years. Like most "progressive" metal acts, they're attempting to deny their roots and respective genre now that they've abandoned the corpse paint and added folky interludes. The end result is a talented American band that sounds just five years behind the Europeans, instead of the standard 15 years. Athens, Ohio's Skeletonwitch, on the other hand, proudly bare their heritage, offering a very heavy update on '80s melodic thrash, infused with the tonality and aggression of more modern death metal. Arrive early, because Satan commands it! NATHAN CARSON
DEVENDRA BANHART, NOAH GEORGESON
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Where would that big smelly hippie, Devendra Banhart, be without the pretty face? Sometimes I wonder if he spends more time on the Hollywood commune, actually making music with his smarmy entourage, or scuttling off to fashion weeks and photo shoots. But even before I heard the tales of his sordid past (including some we can't even print!), Banhart never sat well with me. He's not much of a player or a singer, yet the highest praise still rains down on him. Calling Banhart a genius is like calling soup a meal. Now, Stevie Wonder, there's a fucking genius. Devendra's just a cheap, flunky poet with stylists and a beard. To that I say, take a hike, Jack. "But Andruuuuw," he'd coo with the pouty lip, "I don't have any shoooooes." ART
JOAN AS POLICEWOMAN, JOHANNA KUNIN
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Joan Wasser spent much of the '90s in acclaimed rock bands (the Dambuilders, Those Bastard Souls), setting a standard for badass violin players that few could follow. Joan as Policewoman is the group she's fronted for much of this decade, and it pulls off the neat trick of applying a gritty edge to rich, rolling music that fits somewhere between outsider rock and ornamented pop. On 2006's Real Life, Wasser's voice, alternately clear and barbed, helps set the tone; the arrangements, which move from the chamber drift of "Flushed Chest" to the soaring "Eternal Flame", give each song a distinctive identity but never hesitate to get their hands dirty. TC
STEREO TOTAL, OCTOPUS PROJECT, THE FAST
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) There are quite a few great things I could say about Stereo Total, but two come to mind more often than others. First, you will never confuse one of their songs with somebody else's. Maybe it's the fact that they so often switch from singing in French to German to English, or maybe it's just their catchy as hell pop tunes, but whenever a Stereo Total song comes on, there is no mistaking it for anything else. Second, they are fun as all hell live. Seeing them play in a tent at Coachella to about 50 people maniacally dancing their hearts out officially sold me, and every time I've seen them since has proven to be equally as spectacular. RS
SHAM 69, COLDBRINGER, DOG SOLDIER, THE
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) Formed early on in '75, Sham 69 went on to enjoy nominal success post-Sex Pistols, delivering working-class shout-along anthems and performing on Top of the Pops. Fast forward 30-plus years and Sham 69 are still at it, with one minor glitch—they are currently in the throes of a singer-vs.-the-rest-of-the-band feud. The band half of the feud are responsible for this tour and have replaced charismatic frontman Jimmy Pursey with somebody's cousin, but promise to deliver all the geriatric windmills and kicks appropriate to a reunion tour. If you're miffed and can't bring yourself to witness the uh, sham, there are always the former frontman's myriad complaints to read on the web. A tough choice, to say the least, so let me decide for you—openers Coldbringer sound like Hüsker Dü fronted by Lemmy Kilmister. See you there! LANCE CHESS