(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) It took the Baptists Generals 10 years to record Jackleg Devotional to the Heart, the follow-up to the Denton, Texas band's 2003 album No Silver/No Gold. (Band ringleader Chris Flemmons reportedly junked an early version of the album back in 2005.) Not that Jackleg is a monolithic endeavor like m b v or a mammoth clusterfuck like Chinese Democracy. Far from it. It's a fairly modest, folk-flecked, sleepy-eyed album that has more than a few moments of transcendent liftoff, most notably the "Turnunders and Overpasses"/"Oblivion" two-fer that comes somewhere near the end of Side One. Off-kilter lyrics and arty shards of pop stick out from the band's organic arrangements, which are a little reminiscent of Califone, and the songwriting is uniformly terrific, even if Flemmons' enthusiastically bleared howl is not always as, um, musical sounding as the rest of the album. Beatlesesque string arrangements complete the confection, making Jackleg Devotional to the Heart a rewarding and lasting listen. NED LANNAMANN

(Eagles Lodge, 4904 SE Hawthorne) DJ Cooky Parker's In the Cooky Jar is one of our favorite events in town, especially tonight, on the R&B/soul night's fourth anniversary—as always, the music will be fantastic, the dance floor packed, and the sweet bartender lady will pour crazy stiff drinks. Also sometimes you end up being an Eagle at the end of the night. ERIK HENRIKSEN

(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Who'd a thunk a bunch of cellists could turn a Portland party out? But the cello wrestlers of the Portland Cello Project throw a mean night of butt bumpin'. Join them for two shows of their patented Extreme Dance Party, which has included sexy, sweaty covers of songs by MJ, Deee-Lite, and OutKast in years past. COURTNEY FERGUSON

(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) Just in case you've been wondering who does that song on KNRK that's like, "It's too co-o-o-o-old for you here, so let me ho-o-o-o-o-old both your hands in the holes of my sweater," they're called the Neighbourhood, and they show promise. Their bittersweet, hollowed-out-log sound pairs perfectly with rain and pale skin. Formed in California two years ago, the Neighbourhood's first album I Love You has hit the ground running with just the right amounts of poppy riffs and distorted effects for angsty folks to jump on board. Though that radio hit, "Sweater Weather," is probably the best song on the album, the time is ripe to see them before they get too big for their sweaters. ROSE FINN