(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) I caught Mark Lanegan with Greg Dulli at the Wonder a couple years back. They were fire and ice—Lanegan representing the cold front, with his chilly fount of raspy baritone. The former Screaming Trees frontman will be performing a low-key acoustic set for the fiery hearts of his Portland fans. COURTNEY FERGUSON

(Branx, 320 SE 2nd) Over countless bands and incarnations over the years, it seems as if Dax Riggs (Acid Bath, Deadboy and the Elephantmen) has reached the height of his powers. His 2010 record Say Goodnight to the World is a narcotic platter of razor-sharp glamdust, with lurching, fuzz-rock interpolations of the blues underpinning Riggs' fearsome baritone. He's captured a perfect blend of classic rock, metal sludge, gallows blues, and noir-goth Americana, resulting the kind of record that Jack White would trade in his entire wardrobe of antique clothes to make. What's more, Riggs' weathered voice is the kind of instrument that only deepens with time, meaning that he's bound to keep making spooky, craggy, craftily seductive records for years to come. Mark Lanegan fans—you might very well have a better time tonight at this show. NED LANNAMANN

(East End, 203 SE Grand) When Mark Sultan, the turban- and dashiki-wearing Canuck known as BBQ, and King Khan split ways from their long-running musical partnership (as the King Khan and BBQ Show) following a disastrous Australian gig, the garage world was shocked off its already turbulent foundation. But Sultan trudged on, recording a bunch of tunes that will eventually fill out a pair of LPs before we hit 2012. While Sultan's doo-slop—sappy, doo-wop-inspired slop-rock—remains his strongest suit, the man has been known to throw some snaggle-toothed swagger into the fold. Sultan recently returned from Europe, where he and Khan reconciled their differences and played a surprise reunion show in Italy. (Yep, they're back on!) He should be in top form and high spirits when he straps on his guitar and sets the scene for a punk-rock prom where everyone loses their virginity afterward. TRAVIS RITTER

(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) Times New Viking were once considered the lowest of the lo-fi—years before everyone and their moms were trying to out-scuzz one another. Even the flip from Siltbreeze to Matador a few years back didn't put the Columbus, Ohio, trio on the straight and narrow. On Dancer Equired!—their first release for yet another label, Merge Records—TNV cleans things up a tad, while adding a little more melody to the mix. To the lo-fi faithful (is there a lo-fi faithful, or am I just making it up?) this could be seen as sacrilege, but frankly, I've heard many a good song/album nearly ruined by shitty (over) blown-out, tinny production (I'm looking at you, Eat Skull), so you won't hear me complaining. You probably won't hear many others complain, either... except for maybe Pitchfork—but they complain about everything. MARK LORE

(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) Other Minds Meet Inner Space, the new 12-inch from Edibles—the duo of Eternal Tapestry's Dewey Mahood and Bark Hide and Horn's Dusty Dybvig—ostensibly starts out as a dub record. There's plenty of flanged percussion, gooey echo, and skanky beats; there are the waves of melodica that kick off Side Two. But along the way, Edibles uncover something more exploratory, as the instrumental tracks find themselves brushing up against deep pockets of psychedelia and uncoiling groove. Mahood and Dybvig have immersed themselves into a dark, thick syrup of sound, and Other Minds Meet Inner Space is at equal turn both a chillout record and an unsettling look into the abyss. The more aggressive their playing becomes, the more the dub grooves work their magic, which in turns makes the psychedelic freakouts that much more transportive. NL