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(East End, 203 SE Grand) Seattle's the Pharmacy continues to crank out simple psych pop that doesn't answer to anyone. The raw energy of their new full-length, Stoned and Alone, comes from the garage, the production brings the sophistication of the Kinks' The Village Green Preservation Society, and the songs are the kind of earworms that will take you back to the days of listening to record albums in your room with your friends. Needless to say, the record—and the Pharmacy—are a good time. And with the songs averaging around two minutes, they also serve as a good life lesson: The good times never last... and say yes to drugs. MARK LORE

(Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, 1037 SW Broadway) Cor blimey, wottya mean Steve Winwood is da fookin' most versatile British rock star of all time? That's lollicock, tha's wot that is. Ever'one knows I'm the bloody most, ya doss cunt. All roight, all roight, so the tosser sang like a l'il black bugger for the Spencer Davis Band and did some bloody brill-yant organ work with Traffic, including those roight bloody flawless Mr. Fantasy and John Barleycorn albums. And those first solo records, wot wiv all the bloody synthesizer, fit roight up there with Stevie Wonder, you say. But don' forget 'oo 'elped 'im out wiv Blind Faith. And woz 'e ever in Cream? Did 'e ever play lead guitar in da bloody Yardbirds? Did the wanker ever write "Tears in Heaven"? Has 'e ever done a song wiv bloody Babyface??? Bloody bollocks is wot that is. Wanker. ERIC BLOODY CLAPTON

(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) When the Faint's 2001 watershed LP Danse Macabre vaulted into the collective subconscious of electro-loving indie rockers, it was a weird time to pledge your allegiance. Everything coming out of Omaha, Nebraska—meaning every release from Saddle Creek Records—was being heralded with golden accolades before anyone even had a chance to hear it. The Faint were one of those bands whose pre-buzz lived up to the hype, fusing the finicky malaise of Todd Fink's wanna-be Robert Smith warble with danceable punk rock that would quietly influence (or at least boost the popularity of) a wave of early '00s bands. To celebrate the Saddle Creek release of the deluxe version of Danse Macabre, the band is playing the album in its entirety live for the first time. Your best Ian Curtis moves are strongly encouraged. RYAN J. PRADO

(Rose Garden, 1 Center Ct) I'm always surprised when a person with otherwise perspicacious tastes tells me they like the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Like, totally fucking astonished. The group's fans' stock defense seems to be that they're one of the only rock bands to successfully combine so many disparate genres—but to that I say the synthesis is shallow and diluted. The oft-touted reggae aspects of the band's music are laughably amateur, and Will Ferrell look-alike Chad Smith has less "groove" in his entire body than Bootsy Collins does in a single toenail; Anthony Kiedis (winner of the "most likely to roofie your lemon drop" superlative in high school) could very possibly be the worst lyricist alive; Flea is comparatively decent but his dexterity alone isn't enough to rescue the band from the utter recesses of inanity. This is not a case of a once-great band turning to shit—these guys have always been lame. Chances are they're exploiting your misplaced nostalgia if you feel differently. MORGAN TROPER

(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) Boosted by the ratings push from HBO's Treme, the generation-spanning, NOLA-repping Rebirth Brass Band has finally received the recognition they deserve. Formed in 1982, the band has undergone numerous lineup changes, performing as a second-line attraction through copious touring and for tourists in the French Quarter. The group's 2011 LP Rebirth of New Orleans reached number one on the CMJ Jazz charts and also snagged the group a Grammy for Best Regional Roots Music Album. On those heels, Rebirth is currently on a national tour opening for Red Hot Chili Peppers; after their opening set at the Rose Garden tonight, the whole Rebirth crew is hoofing over to Dante's for a more intimate set of brassy swagger. Flea has been known to join them during their opening slots. Will he continue that tradition within these fiery confines? Guess you'll have to see for yourself. RJP