(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Read our article on the Both.

(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Read our article on Negativland.

(Sleep Country Amphitheater, 17200 NE Delfel, Ridgefield, WA) A couple of true '90s giants are currently rumbling across the country. Soundgarden and Nine Inch Nails flirt with nostalgia on this package deal, but I have to imagine they're pummeling audiences. As someone who's never been a big NIN fan, I saw them last year and it was a thrilling set, visually and audibly. I haven't see Soundgarden in 20 years, but they're bona fide live performers. What to expect: Kim Thayil will shred stoically. Ben Shepherd will scowl and hold it down with fill-in drummer Matt Chamberlain (no Matt Cameron, who's busy with Pearl Jam, which is a true bummer). And Chris Cornell, who's grown his hair back out, will strike Jesus Christ poses and try and make you forget he collaborated with Timbaland. Ah, fuck it... this is going to be a great show. MARK LORE Also see My, What a Busy Week!

(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Reunion tours attract a strange amount of derision. It's as if making music that's been culturally relevant—if not also influential—for 30 years is something to be embarrassed about. Of course, nostalgia's part of the equation, but these kinds of tours give us the chance to see acts we thought we'd never see live. Case in point: The Dream Syndicate. Steve Wynn takes a break from his Baseball Project duties for a short run of dates beginning tonight with his original band, one of the cornerstones of SoCal's vaunted but short-lived Paisley Underground. The Dream Syndicate reconvened just two years ago (minus some original members) for their first shows since 1988, celebrating the 30th anniversary of their debut The Days of Wine and Roses. This go-round it's the same for the follow-up, 1984's The Medicine Show, long characterized as Crazy Horse to the debut's Velvet Underground. Fellow long-timers the Minus 5 and Eyelids join them on a bill that destroys the notion that rock 'n' roll is just a young man's game. JEREMY PETERSEN

(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) It's no secret that Olympia, Washington, has managed to hold true to its DIY roots as a nurturing home to a wide range of up-and-coming bands. The number of worthwhile acts pouring out of Olympia is astounding, and tonight two of the city's best make their way to Portland for a Friday night double feature. If you were a fan of Naomi Punk's grunge-channeling album The Feeling a couple of years back, you've probably already spent some quality time with the band's recently released follow-up, Television Man. Everything that the trio did well last time is dialed in this time around, making Television Man one of the better Pacific Northwest rock records to come down the pipeline this year. Fellow Olympia-based trio Broken Water make this show unmissable. Arrive early for their tumultuous set of quiet-loud noise rock that's always overflowing with raw and vital feeling. CHIPP TERWILLIGER

(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) As the music industry is still mostly filled with dudes, I'm always excited to see a frontwoman this good. And with a voice that resembles the dark warbles of Amy Winehouse and Sallie Ford, Jessica Hernandez paves her own genre with her own style. The Deltas are all trained jazz musicians, and it shows in their moseying, syncopated rhythms and frequent use of horns and accordions. Though their songs are seemingly simple—often comprising only a few chords—the group layers surprisingly catchy and palatable tunes around the soulful angst of Hernandez's voice. Their new album, Secret Evil, bounces from delta blues to angry rock-pop, all while keeping you on the edge of your seat. ROSE FINN

(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) Florida noise punks Cold Waste keep it simple: two band members, four songs, one drum machine. They make good use of these on their—you guessed it—Four Song Demo, a swirling bit o' melodic noise. James Hernandez's guitar work is the true force here, wiry and loose, with minor chords and single-note bends chasing each other over the course of each song's three-minute running time. Of course, a real drummer would send this two-piece into the stratosphere. In the meantime, they're otherworldly but earthbound. ML