(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th)The only line of description for the show posted on Paul Green's School of Rock website: "Bring a neck brace." Dethklok, the virtual death metal band from the Adult Swim cartoon show Metalocalypse plans to crush Portland's spinal column as School of Rock students perform acts of brutality for a noontime crowd. There's no better way to spend a Saturday afternoon than watching a bunch of child prodigies chug their way through "Hatredcopter." KEVIN OTZENBERGER


(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) The best breakfasts have a lot more variety than just a quick slice of burnt toast or some soggy cereal. And no one knows this better than local hootenanny horde Pancake Breakfast, whose loveably goofy music doesn't fit neatly into a single category. The band's newly released, self-titled debut full-length album features guitar crunch ("Jakebrake"), oom-pah waltzes ("Balloon in the Sky"), creeping-vine lounge ("Trouble"), and unspeakably silly sing-alongs ("¿Who Is Wearing Pants?"). The nine-member outfit is led by Mike Midlo, who sings like a charming, slightly dotty schoolteacher, and all members sing together for a crunchy-granola, barnyard ball. The band is planning to film music videos for every tune on Pancake Breakfast, and the first one for "Pedro Infante" features Midlo mournfully singing, "I'm the saddest man in town." Don't believe him for a second. NED LANNAMANN


(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) How can you lose when you record your album in Kurt Vonnegut's grandson's cabin and a 135-year-old haunted church, with Animal Collective's Avey Tare, Deakin, and the Present's Rusty Santos at the controls? We don't even need to mention the Hare Krishna commune upbringing, do we? No. Prince Rama sound like a zeitgeisty culmination of the new American underground's fascination with mysticism—portentous chants, wailing in tongues, and all—come to blazing, bizarre fruition. A ritualistic seriousness, thunderous drums, and cavernous reverb color Prince Rama's Shadow Temple, their new album on AC's Paw Tracks imprint. If while this is playing you don't feel like you're tripping nads in a Far East Asian house of worship, you should have your psychedelic bona fides revoked. DAVE SEGAL

Local Natives, Clubroot and the Bay City Rollers after the jump!

As always, you can also find our complete live show listings here.


(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) Local Natives struck it big this year with their middle-of-the-road, California-sunburn indie-rock distillation, but their music is a total snooze. Having comprehensively assimilated each of their (perfectly tasteful) influences, the band has forgotten to add anything new to the equation. Listening to their debut, Gorilla Manor, has all the lasting emotional impact of thumbing through an IKEA catalog—you might find something that unobtrusively matches today's lifestyle, sure, but next season's catalog is going to drop in your mailbox before too much longer. The good news, then, is that the Love Language is also on tonight's bill; their debut self-titled album, released on Portland label Bladen County, was a trove of lo-fi gold, and the band's bigger-than-life, celebratory live shows see the band reaching for nothing short of transcendence. The Love Language's new album Libraries, out on Merge, contains a significantly sleeker sound but no shortage of swinging for the fences. NED LANNAMANN


(Someday Lounge, 125 NW 5th) It's hard to find a review of Clubroot (AKA Dan Richmond) that isn't either glowing or comparing his sound to Burial. Both are fair assessments, as Richmond was heavily influenced by the groundbreaking London dubstep/house producer and has pretty much created his own class within the genre. Like Burial, Clubroot doesn't fit neatly into the dubstep box, and can be credited for extending the commonly accepted boundaries of that genre. His early interest in dark drum and bass, film scores, and ambient electronica are all represented in his signature sound, which is probably more aptly described as dark downtempo or deep ambient. There is a whole other world hidden somewhere in his thick, seething cloud of ethereal atmosphere and I imagine the vision is somehow illuminated in his live performance. Tonight will be one of only a handful of stops on Clubroot's inaugural tour of the West Coast; don't miss it. AVA HEGEDUS


(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT! ...and that's probably all you know about the Bay City Rollers. But did you know that the band once had their own NBC Saturday morning show, produced by Sid and Marty Krofft? Or that the Scottish act reeled off five consecutive gold albums here in the States? And that they probably never saw a dime from those sales, thanks to an allegedly crooked manager and a bad record contract? In fact, Who Got the Rollers' Millions? is a documentary that examines how the band ended up with empty pockets after their run as '70s pinup pop rockers. You're sure to be a hit at parties with all this newfound Bay City Rollers knowledge—or maybe not, but at least you can catch the band reunited alongside original frontman Les McKeown. EZRA ACE CARAEFF