NO KIND OF RIDER
The Woods, 8/12
rachel lecrone

THURSDAY 8/11

ARCTIC MONKEYS, THE VACCINES
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) See My, What a Busy Week!

TOP DOWN ROOFTOP CINEMA: HAUSU
(Hotel deLuxe Parking Garage, SW 15th & Yamhill) See My, What a Busy Week!

CANDY CLAWS, AAN, DESERT NOISES
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) The lilting exotica of Candy Claws sounds like it came forth from a pastel-colored beachside cabana, lit by tiki torches and soundtracked by the soft crush of waves gently lapping the beach. Candy Claws actually come from Fort Collins, Colorado, and their Hidden Lands album is a remarkable piece of Brian Wilson-philia, richly and weirdly orchestrated, although lacking the sharply defined verses and choruses that Wilson trafficked in. That's okay: The duo of Ryan Hover and Kay Bertholf—augmented with additional musicians for live performance—don't need hooky melodies to make Candy Claws sound enveloping. Rather, their somnambulistic lullabies feel like the adventures of Little Nemo in Slumberland come alive. NED LANNAMANN

ADELE, WANDA JACKSON
(Edgefield, 2126 SW Halsey, Troutdale) This, my friends, is a show for the ages. It's two of the best female vocalists in recent history on the same stage, belting out countrified growls from lady Wanda Jackson and sweet soul from Adele, whose singing might literally float on up to heaven to make those salty angels weep from Edgefield's outdoor stage under the stars. Adele's pipes are the most golden of dulcet wonders, rich and deep and achingly beautiful—and the British lass is a wee 23 years old. Imagine what she'll be able to do when she gets to be Wanda Jackson's age. As if her first album, 19, wasn't enough to get Adele noticed by everyone, she went and made a damn-near perfect album with this year's 21. If anything, you probably heard her barnburner "Rolling in the Deep," and while it's certainly a head-turner, the rest of the album is just as wrenchingly gorgeous, slick, and melodious. Don't have tickets? Might want to think about selling your less-dominant arm to get into this concert. COURTNEY FERGUSON

MÖTLEY CRÜE, POISON, NEW YORK DOLLS
(Sleep Country Amphitheater, 17200 NE Delfel, Ridgefield, WA) I'd like to take this moment to pay homage to the great Mick Mars, the only member of Mötley Crüe that isn't a total jackass. Mars has never been responsible for the death of a close friend, he doesn't have a sex tape, and he has never been clinically dead due to a narcotic overdose. All Mars is responsible for is naming the most infamous Los Angeles rock band ever, and writing most of their sleazy, infectious riffs. Of course, Crüe has had their fair share of garbage-pile albums, but if you sift through all of Vince, Tommy, and Nikki's crap on each one and listen to Mars' guitar work, you'll hear where the talent really lies. While Mars battles ankylosing spondylitis—a crippling form of arthritis that attacks the pelvis and spine—he has never stopped being the true backbone of Mötley Crüe. ARIS WALES

TOPE, TOP SHELF, BROTHERS FROM ANOTHER, KID ESPI, VERBZ
(Backspace, 115 NW 5th) There are few artists with a grind as extensive as local emcee/producer Tope. This summer has found him lending his voice and some beats to The Cook Up, the latest full-length from Cool Nutz, as well as bridging the gap between the hiphop and indie-rock scenes with cross-genre show collaborations that include some of Portland's best musicians. In addition to releasing a collection of complementary beats entitled Free Lemonade, and performances in Living Proof (alongside Prem) and in TxE (with Epp and Calvin Valentine), he has also found time for solo dates as well. I think it's safe to say that Tope has been hustling harder than almost anyone out there right now. Opening is Seattle's Brothers from Another, the young, super-charismatic duo of Goonstar and Breez, proof positive that the future of Northwest hiphop is burning bright. RYAN FEIGH

BRAINSTORM, APPETITE, SUN ANGLE, JEFFREY JERUSALEM
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) As a scientific term, the "sun angle" determines the warmth of the heat radiating from our oft-errant yellow friend in the sky at any given time. As a band, Sun Angle can be understood as a musical force for increasing warmth and tropical feeling, regardless of the temperature outside. The brand-new project from a stacked group of local talents, including the omnipresent Charlie Salas Humara (Panther), Papi Fimbres (O Bruxo), Andy Parker (Dirty Mittens), and Marius Libman (Copy), is lush tropic-pop, capable of transforming any atmosphere into a shimmery celebration of upbeat rhythm and aural heat. Their single released track, "Vague Light," is a blissful concoction of sweet guitar tones, Caribbean drum beats and echo-chamber vocals that sound like a chilled-out Beach Boys. Make sure Sun Angle is part of the golden few weeks left of your Portland summer; they were made for it. MARANDA BISH

FRIDAY 8/12

QUIET MUSIC FESTIVAL: SUN FOOT, KYP MALONE, TOM GREENWOOD, THE GOLDEN BEARS, LARRY YES, FRANKLIN'S MINT
(Disjecta, 8371 N Interstate) See My, What a Busy Week!

BEIRUT, JAMES DEAN KINDLE
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Read our article on Beirut

Y LA BAMBA, WILD ONES, DEATH SONGS
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Read our article on Wild Ones.

GANGLIANS, HEAVY HAWAII, CUCKOO CHAOS, PLATEAUS
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) In the songs of Sacramento quartet Ganglians, you can hear a persistent tension between chipper '60s-pop naiveté and weirder, more unsettling undercurrents typically associated with psychedelia. They have satisfyingly balanced these impulses over three albums since 2009, including the new Still Living, which they recorded with Robby Moncrieff (notable for his work on Dirty Projectors' Bitte Orca). The reverb-haloed vocals add an endearing distancing effect to the 12 catchy, shaggy-headed tracks on Still Living. There's a blurrily distinct line leading from the Beach Boys to Animal Collective to Ganglians—well-scrubbed nature boys in love with buoyant melody and hazily crystalline tonalities—that bodes well for the latter's increasing popularity. DAVE SEGAL

NO KIND OF RIDER, TANGO ALPHA TANGO, NOVOSTI
(The Woods, 6637 SE Milwaukie) For No Kind of Rider, it's a marathon, not a sprint. Over the course of a couple years they swapped monikers from Black Swan to No Kind of Rider (good decision), relocated from Tulsa to Portland (great decision), and the quintet delivered a pair of EPs in the process; the most notable of these is Away Colors. The concise half-dozen tracks of Away Colors orbit around No Kind of Rider's brooding arrangements and penchant for letting songs spiral into open-ended shoegazing jams alongside frontman Sam Alexander's calm delivery. While he lacks the vocal heft of the National's Matt Berninger, Alexander shares the same enviable level of confidence and he never, even during the EP's jittery title track, loses his cool. If Away Colors offers any indication of that the future holds, it's time you acquaint yourself with No Kind of Rider. EZRA ACE CARAEFF

WELCOME HOME WALKER, LORDY LORDS, TENSIONS
(East End, 203 SE Grand) Devin Clark, the singer and lead guitarist of Welcome Home Walker—alternatively known as W.H. Walker, depending on who is doing the poster art—has one of the most rock and roll vocal deliveries coming out of Portland. In the trashed garage style so revered for retro qualities and on-the-edge energy, Clark's voice is anchored in frontman charm, then goes lopsided with feral ferociousness. Often backed by sugar-sweet, doo-wop intonations, Clark manages to be both ragged and harmonious in perfect proportion. Tonight marks the release of WHW's first full-length album, Duds!, since forming in 2007, though they've by no means slouched in bringing party anthems to the people along the way, including "Suds!," one of the catchiest songs about beer/soap ever laid to tape. MB

SATURDAY 8/13

THE GO-GO'S, GIRL IN A COMA
(Oregon Zoo, 4001 SW Canyon) See My, What a Busy Week!

PHIFE DAWG, LUCK-ONE, THE LOVE LOUNGERS
(Crown Room, 205 NW 4th) Read our article on Phife Dawg.

QUIET MUSIC FESTIVAL: LUCKY DRAGONS, CHRISTINE SHIELDS, STEPHEN MALKMUS, DRAGGING AN OX THROUGH WATER, CHRIS KAUP
(Disjecta, 8371 N Interstate) The new Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks album is absolutely terrific; hands down his finest solo release to date. But, as these things often work, it's still too early to talk about the Beck-produced Mirror Traffic, which won't dominate your turntable (or iTunes playlist) until its August 23 release date. As part of the Quiet Music Festival, there is no telling what Malkmus will play (the softer songs from Mirror Traffic? Pavement's "Silent Kit"? Quiet Riot?), but chances are it'll be soft on volume yet heavy on impact. Other notable billmates include experimental Los Angeles outfit Lucky Dragons, and the vivid soundscapes of Dragging an Ox through Water, whose hushed vocal delivery and unique arrangements seem tailor-made for an event like this. EAC

SAPIENT, DEBASER, IAME, HALFMANHALF, MR. MR.
(Rotture, 315 SE 3rd) Look to your left, now look to your right. Chances are someone in your vicinity is part of the massive Sandpeople crew. But unless you are standing in the bedroom of Sapient (and if you are, um, congratulations?), you still might be unaware of the sheer depth and creativity that thrives within Portland's mightiest beats and rhymes collective. A substantial departure from his breakthrough solo disc Barrels for Feathers, the just-released Tusks! is the first volume of a series of recordings (under the umbrella title, Eaters) in which Sapient expands on the hiphop narrative and offers something beyond your standard collection of braggadocio verses and neck-exercising beats. Tusks! resides in that cozy middle ground between instrumental hiphop (think Madlib's Beat Konducta Vol 1–2: Movie Scenes) and beat-driven indie rock (think Ratatat). It's not your standard hiphop disc, which is exactly the point. EAC

DOC MARTIN, TOM MITCHELL, BRAD VACHAL
(Someday Lounge, 125 NW 5th) Tonight legendary Doc Martin is celebrating 25 years as a house music DJ. He's been at the forefront of the house music movement since the pre-internet days, making his name at a time when the only way to access the house sound was at underground raves or through hard-to-find mixtapes. After independently releasing a series of DJ mixes on cassette in the early '90s, Martin found distribution through the influential Moonshine Music and DMC Publishing labels. By the early 2000s, he was picked to produce a mix for London's Fabric imprint—the ultimate badge of honor for a DJ. Throughout his career Martin has talked about the dance floor as an equalizer and a safe haven free of divisions based on race, income, orientation, and his ability to connect with crowds and reinforce this sentiment has made Doc Martin beloved worldwide and synonymous with American DJ culture. AVA HEGEDUS

BOMB THE MUSIC INDUSTRY!, THE SIDEKICKS, THE TAXPAYERS, THE BIG SLEEP
(Backspace, 115 NW 5th) Never mind those rude boy bones rattling away inside the closet of Bomb the Music Industry! The New York band has long since outgrown their ska-core roots and established themselves as a supremely worthy successor to the unclaimed seat atop the DIY punk heap (left vacant by another exclamation-happy band, Against Me!). Restlessly evolving along the way, BTMI has gradually shifted from an act whose fervent punk devotion often overshadowed their music (their "Bring Your Own Band" tours let instrument-toting fans join frontman Jeff Rosenstock on stage), to a honest-to-goodness musical force to be reckoned with. Heaping choruses atop songs that feel like they are unraveling with each and every passing second, BTMI should be proud of this year's anthem-laden Vacation, a recording that will tickle the fancy of any discerning Titus Andronicus fan, or Thermals loyalists looking for their new Hutch Harris. EAC

SUNDAY 8/14

ERIC JOHNSON, RUN ON SENTENCE, MBILLY
(Doug Fir Patio, 830 E Burnside) See My, What a Busy Week!

PINE HILL HAINTS, POWER OF COUNTY, MIGHTY GHOSTS
(Spare Room, 4830 NE 42nd) Read our article on Pine Hill Haints.

GROUPER, GOLDEN RETRIEVER, ILYAS AHMED, EN, STEVE GUNN, DJ SCOTT SIMMONS
(Valentine's, 232 SW Ankeny) San Francisco label Root Strata hosts a Portland showcase with a clutch of musicians, local and otherwise, who've released records on the label. The experimental imprint tends toward expansively atmospheric music, made up of sustained drones and soothing pads, with animal rustles and metallic scrapes thrown in for good measure. Portland duo Golden Retriever are releasing their first full-length on Root Strata later this year, and their buzzing alchemy comes from Matt Carlson' analog synth and Jonathan Sielaff's bass clarinet, whose tone is often so altered or distorted as to be unrecognizable. And Liz Harris—AKA Grouper—has released both a book and a split 7-inch on Root Strata; her vocal and instrumental work packs panoramic landscapes into tiny interior spaces. Meanwhile, San Francisco duo En will set their gently pulsating tones to films by Paul Clipson. NL

VANS WARPED TOUR: ATTACK ATTACK, AGAINST ME!, GYM CLASS HEROES, SUM 41, ESS THAN JAKE, LUCERO, BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR & MORE (Washington County Fair Complex, 873 NE 34th, Hillsboro) Recently Rolling Stone held a readers' poll to crown history's best punk band. A pointless award to begin with, but the results were even more ridiculous. Included in the top 10 were the Clash, the Ramones, the Sex Pistols, and Dead Kennedys. That's fine. But who was the winner? Black Flag? The Misfits? Wire? No. No, friends, the winner was motherfucking Green Day. And that is exactly why the Warped Tour will never die: Because there are people in this world (the majority of people, even) who think that commercial pop punk written for 15-year-old boys is one of the best things to ever happen in the history of music. MEGAN SELING

MONDAY 8/15

SADE, JOHN LEGEND
(Rose Garden, 1 Center Ct) See My, What a Busy Week!

PORTUGAL. THE MAN, SCARS ON 45
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) After recently playing Lollapalooza, Portugal. The Man had their van and trailer—and more importantly, all the gear inside—stolen. As of press time, the vehicle and trailer had been found, but the gear is still missing; the collection of vintage guitars and rare amps contributed to the distinct sound that P.TM has carefully cultivated over the past few years, culminating in the recent release of their first album for Atlantic Records, the excellent In the Mountain in the Cloud. The loss is shocking even at a time where it seems like bands have their equipment stolen routinely; an outpouring of Tweets and posts have spread word of the irreplaceable gear to pawnshops far and wide. For this hometown benefit show, Blitzen Trapper has magnanimously offered to loan the band their gear, a gesture that is fitting with the generosity of the event. It's a fundraiser staged by KINK-FM for the Harrington Family Foundation, the nonprofit started by former U of O quarterback Joey Harrington, who oddly enough was hit by an SUV while riding his bike on July 31. While the money is going toward youth and education, it sounds like both Harrington and P.TM might be in need of a little philanthropy themselves. In other words, go and give generously. NL

TUESDAY 8/16

SIA, OH LAND, XIMENA SARINANA
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) See My, What a Busy Week!

DIAMOND HEAD, WITCH MOUNTAIN, BURNING LEATHER
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Where does a band's identity lie? Is it in their breakout single or chart-topping recording? Does it belong to the member who owns the publishing, or is it just in the name? The current lineup for Diamond Head features only one founding member, guitarist Brian Tatler. Is a single original member enough to tour as the band to which the likes of Metallica and Megadeth claim they owe their existence? Tatler shared songwriting credits in Diamond Head's glory years with original vocalist Steve Harris, who vacated the band in the early '00s after butting heads with Tatler; Harris wanted the band to make a fresh start with a new name, Tatler did not. If you want to hear NWOBHM classics played from a live band, attend this show, but you won't be seeing Diamond Head. You'll be witnessing an old man and his pick-up band turning a triumphant legacy into dollar signs. AW

RUN ON SENTENCE, WOODEN INDIAN BURIAL GROUND
(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) It's been awhile since the death-rattle gospel-garage of Wooden Indian Burial Ground has played a hometown show, but the group—fronted by the howl of Justin Fowler—has prepped a bunch of records for release on Brooklyn label Mon Amie Records. The first is the "Holy Mountain" 10-inch single, and the A-side is a chunky, eight-minute hurricane of Crazy Horse guitar, offset by eerie siren wails and Fowler's demented preacher holler. It's a welcome return for the group, who were missing in action for a couple years, but who have roared back to life with a fully matured, rocking sound. NL

WEDNESDAY 8/17

PELICAN, AEGES, SHELTER RED
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) See My, What a Busy Week!