(Velo Cult, 1969 NE 42nd) Read our article on Foghorn Stringband.

(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) In the pantheon of female icons, I'd say Shirley Manson ranks somewhere below Nico, Edie Sedgwick, and Karen O, but only because Garbage took a wee break in the 2000s. The band's bigger and poppier than ever with stylish ice queen Manson & Co. touring on their new album Not Your Kind of People. COURTNEY FERGUSON

(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) Kimbra is best known for her counterpoint vocal in "Somebody That I Used to Know"—I'm sorry for bringing it up, just when you got it out of your head for the first time in months—but it's not a stretch to think that Kimbra's star will soon outshine Gotye's. The New Zealand-born singer has a fine album of adventurous pop, Vows, plus a remarkable stage presence and that prodigious voice. Meanwhile, the Stepkids make sticky vintage soul that's uncannily good; last year's self-titled debut is nothing short of a 21st-century soul masterpiece, and the Connecticut trio's formidable musicianship is bound to send future efforts off into many ambitious directions. NED LANNAMANN

(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Colleen Green wants you to know that if it weren't for early American punk rock, she may never have started making music. Her debut LP, Milo Goes to Compton, is a less-than-subtle reference to the Descendents' first album, and the first song is a cover of their "Good Good Things." But lest you think her punkophilia is limited to the West Coast, "I Wanna Be Degraded" extols the Ramones and S&M. I like Green because she doesn't sound like she lives in LA (which she does), and because I suspect that she is so much more than the pastiche she has made herself out to be. To me, her psychedelic girl-group interpretations of her favorite genre hint at untapped wells of creativity. Green will follow California punk-poppers Plateaus, but the most genuine punk of the night will come courtesy of seat-of-their-pants locals Still Caves. REBECCA WILSON

(Star Theater, 13 NW 6th) Drive-By Truckers are on the road pretty much constantly, which means that the band is cooped up on a bus for the majority of any given year. With all that free time, vocalist Patterson Hood began to take a stab at a novel centered around a recently divorced musician in his late 20s (wonder who that was...) whose car is stolen, and whose band's van is stripped before he leaves his hometown for good to live in Memphis. Hood's story was to be accompanied by a soundtrack, which he was also penning during the same time. But when the story stalled, Hood erred toward his more accomplished talents, completing his third solo album under the novel's working title, Heat Lightning Rumbles in the Distance. Along with backing band the Downtown Rumblers, Hood explores a more melodic, vocally assured Americana that's as much memoir as music. RYAN J. PRADO

(Tonic Lounge, 3100 NE Sandy) Of all the human rights taken for granted in 20th century America, is there any greater than that of free speech? Many are rightly outraged that three young women from the band Pussy Riot are facing four-year jail sentences for staging a performance of public protest against the Russian government and Orthodox Church. Rather than canonize these individuals for their riotous act, people around the world are heeding their call to awareness and activism by staging events of their own. Tonight's Portland version features female prowess across a spectrum of performers, from avant-rap troupe Sistafist—who promise the solidaritous use of masks, inverted crosses, and nudity—to a stand-up set from the viciously self-aware and hilarious Kristine Levine. Proceeds will benefit the families of the incarcerated. MARANDA BISH