(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Following their sudden, meteoric rise in the mid-'00s, Sheffield, England's Arctic Monkeys have matured into that rarest of things: a radio rock band whose songs are neither stupid nor sappy. They're not teens anymore, but their music still swings with plenty of youthful energy. NED LANNAMANN


(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


(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


(Hotel deLuxe Parking Garage, SW 15th & Yamhill) There's an INSANE number of stars in Francis Ford Coppola's over-the-top 1983 production of S.E. Hinton's classic YA novel The Outsiders—Swayze, Dillon, Cruise, Howell, Macchio, Lowe, Estevez... JESUS! The list won't stop! Join in the fun with musical guests Hausu tonight at Top Down: Rooftop Cinema. WM. STEVEN HUMPHREY


(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


(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



Sun Angle - "Vague Light"


(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