Super Pick
SOUND + VISION: BLOSSOM, AMENTA ABIOTO
Saying that Black people have been âtaking an Lâ lately is essentially the biggest understatement ever. Sure, weâve managed to MAKE the world pay attention to our pop cultureâwith BeyoncĂ©âs twins, the success of âBad and Boujee,â and films like Get Out, Hidden Figures, and that irritating Moonlight mess at the Oscars. But these considerable wins do relatively little to alter Black cultural perception throughout the US and the rest of the world. As Black women, weâre raised with the fundamental strength to navigate these battles of skewed views with our heads held high, our pride serving as the guiding light through the storms of microaggressions. There isnât much representation in Portland, especially in the fair-skinned domination of its music community. For local music votaries of color, weâve got at least two powerful female voices in Amenta Abioto and Blossom. Abiotoâs a triple threat, exhibiting her appreciation for all things cultural and mythological as a songwriter, actor, and producer. Her performances are often captivating theatrical nods to African life, blending jazz and hip-hop with the vocal heft of gospel. We look to Blossom and her funky neo-soul creations as a guideline for mixing meaningful lyrics with sonic enjoyment. Born in Trinidad and Tobago, Blossom made her foray into music at just 12 years old; sheâs like a local poster child for starting with humble roots and essentially blossoming into success. Both women are talented, intellectual, and inspirationalâeverything a child of color needs to see from minority figures in a world where representation is lacking. CERVANTE POPE
WEDNESDAY 3/15
RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS
(Moda Center, 1 N Center Ct) Read our tepid defense of the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
FIN DE CINEMA, AKIRA KUROSAWAâS DREAMS: JONATHAN SIELAFF, BROWN CALCULUS, PALM DAT, DYLAN STARK
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Holoceneâs popular series Fin de Cinema has returned! For each show, a classic film (usually one thatâs surreal or psychedelic) is soundtracked by live musicians. This isnât a sit-down party (at least not when Iâve gone), and itâs not really a film-watching activity either. There are subtitles, but you donât get to hear any of the dialogue or foley soundâitâs more like when a band plays a snippet from a beautiful film to accompany their set, but Fin de Cinema actually plays the whole movie. Small point of contention: They always seem to choose films with a perfectly good soundtrack. Playing Akira Kurosawaâs Dreams tonight are Jonathan Sielaff of Golden Retriever, Brown Calculus (Brown Alice and Tribe Mars), Palm Dat of Shy Girls, and dance music producer Dylan Stark. SUZETTE SMITH
LITTLE STAR, TONER, BLUE SMILEY, SOMBER
(Valentines, 232 SW Ankeny) Little Starâs Being Close was one of the best Portland records of 2016. Itâs an album about heartbreak filtered through intimate and irresistible post-punky jangle-pop. Now just a little over a year later, the bandâhelmed by Dan Byers and Julian Morrisâis back with an excellent follow-up that retains the sweet-and-sour sonics of Being Close (think â90s lo-fi Pacific Northwest indie rock), but thematically moves on to post-heartbreak fallout. âI can cope, figure how to move on,â Byers sings to start the new self-titled album. âI can be myself, figure out how to feel good without Zoloft.â A couple of minutes later, his delicate tenor warbles: âI know that I donât have to feel so sad. I donât have to feel bad about myself because Iâm worth getting help.â Songs about struggling with sadness and self-doubt have been around as long as songwriters themselves, but Byers takes those topics and flips them into anthems of hope and encouragement, and the results are positively heart-swelling. All hail Little Star. BEN SALMON
KELLY PRATT, DANA BUOY, JOHN NIEKRASZ
(Turn! Turn! Turn!, 8 NE Killingsworth) Portland is extremely fortunate to have such a friendly, engaged experimental music scene, and the scene itself is fortunate to have the Creative Music Guild to organize and pay noncommercial artists to perform on a regular basis. John Niekraszâs dynamic improvisational two-piece Why I Must Be Careful (with Seth Brown of Fender Rhodes) was one of the first bands I really loved in Portland. Over the years, I have seen Niekrasz play spoons on a cement floor, and I have seen him call and answer unintelligible syllables over his drum kit. Mostly Iâve seen him perform measured and intense percussionist pieces that always seem to continue the ongoing conversation Niekrasz has with his work (recently through his performances/compositions with Orchestra Becomes Radicalized and before that with Sportingâa collaboration with Luke Wyland of AU). So yeah, heâs a deep one, but always full of that exciting, unknowable energy that makes me remember why I like music in the first place. SS
THURSDAY 3/16
RED FANG, DANAVA, NORSKA
(Revolution Hall, 1300 SE Stark) God bless Red Fang. (Waitâshit. Satan bless Red Fang? Whatever.) Portland's beloved metal geniuses hit Revolution Hall tonight, and they're gonna shake that place to its fucking foundation. Not only are they bringing along Danava, but the whole thing is for a good cause: Raising money for Yob frontman Mike Scheidt, who underwent emergency surgery in January. Good on you, Red Fang! Hey, can we put you guys in charge of healthcare instead of Paul Ryan? ERIK HENRIKSEN
FUCKED UP, CHASTITY
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) It seems like Torontoâs Fucked Up canât get through a set without lead singer Damian Abraham taking his shirt off. This is not a matter of if, but whenâitâs usually gone after the first song, but the exact moment depends on several factors. Is Abraham wearing a button-down or a T-shirt? Is his beard trimmed or long and flowing? (If itâs the latter, his shirt could snag when he pulls it over his head.) Is he screaming through hardcore songs like âQueen of Hearts,â or is bassist/vocalist Sandra Miranda center stage for catchier tracks like âThe Other Shoeâ? Is the front row populated by fellow shirtless bros going ape with their hats backwards, or some fully clothed hipster narcs spectating with arms crossed? Is the show at SXSW, and do the festivalâs tech-fascist organizers consider a Canadian taking his shirt off reason to notify immigration authorities? Conservative reports indicate that Abrahamâs big moment will come during the bridge, right before the final chorus kicks in, but Iâm hoping itâs the first freaking verse, baby! CAMERON CROWELL
THE WEAKLINGS, DARK/LIGHT, GIRL DRINK DRUNKS, THEE HEADLINERS
(The Know, 3728 NE Sandy) Since Jonny Harbinâs cancer diagnosis in January, Portlandâs punk community has continued to rally behind the Jonnycat Records founder. But Harbinâs more than just a label ownerâheâs been a champion of the scene for years, and itâs clear he means a lot to the punks of our city. Thereâs currently a GoFundMe to raise money for his medical bills, as well as a ton of benefit shows. âIâm just trying to do what I can for himâwe all want to do what we can,â says Dark/Light vocalist Candy Schramer. âHeâs very loved by so many people.â Her band plays Thursdayâs benefit, along with the Weaklings, Girl Drink Drunks, and Thee Headliners. These benefit shows feature some of the best and longest-running rock ânâ rollers in Portland. Something tells me theyâll be a little more intense and sweatier than usualâlove will do that. MARK LORE
FRIDAY 3/17
KMRIA, THE MINUS 5
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) St. Patrickâs Day and the Pogues go hand-in-hand. Well, itâs St. Patrickâs Day today, and the Pogues arenât playing anymore, so the next best thing is KMRIA, whoâll be celebrating a full decade as one of the best Pogues tribute bands. The groupâwhose acronym stands for Kiss My Royal Irish Assâis formed by members of the Decemberists, Eels, and Casey Neill & The Norway Rats. So hoist some Irish beer, drink some whiskey, and enjoy the best Irish folk-punk available to you today. DOUG BROWN
ON DRUGS, HORSE MOVIES, AMERICAN MEMORIES, THE TOADS
(Clinton Street Theater, 2522 SE Clinton) Try as I might to finally enter adulthood, my heart still belongs to drinking tallboys on blacktops, which is definitely the root of my fondness for Horse Movies. The Portland indie-grunge band has a long way to go lyrics-wise, but their distorted, snarling vocals and dueling guitars are grin-worthy. Like the monster truck-obsessed younger brother of Titus Andronicus, Horse Movies is an unpretentious and hyper confection. EMMA BURKE
JAPANDROIDS, CRAIG FINN AND THE UPTOWN CONTROLLERS
(Revolution Hall, 1300 SE Stark) The cover of Japandroidsâ new album Near to the Wild Heart of Life looks familiar. Itâs a photo of Brian King and David Prowse posing together like they have for previous releases, but this time with intentional staging that seems like itâs supposed to convey some newfound mature sincerity. This reads less as growing up and more as losing touch, which is reflected in the music. On past releases their secondhand pop-punk personas gave tired genre clichĂ©s new life and energy, but thatâs lost on Near to the Wild Heart of Life. Absent is the duoâs high-octane charisma that made their odes to positivity so unshakeable. Japandroidsâ live shows will undoubtedly continue to inspire impassioned sing-alongs and light thrashing, but I hope they stay on the right side of the âcorny or earnestâ line theyâve ridden for so long. EMMA BURKE
THE COATHANGERS, THE BIRTH DEFECTS, TENDER AGE
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Atlantaâs all-women punk band the Coathangers have been around for a decade. The three-piece regularly kicks out catchy, lively garage hits that arenât just easy on the ears, but also surprisingly diverse for music that never strays far from its genre. You know what all of the Coathangers records will sound like, but you also know everyone in the car will enjoy listening. 2016âs Nosebleed Weekend presents the Coathangers at their most streamlined and produced, but the groupâs live shows are still super loud energy fests made for dancingâor swaying when the measure is a step slower. SS Also see Things to Do, pg. 35.
MO TROPER AND THE ASSUMPTIONS, THE EXQUISITES, ALIEN BOY, MAYHAW HOONS AND THE OUTSIDERS
(The Know, 3728 NE Sandy) Timelessness is just one of Mayhaw Hoonsâ endearing qualities. His artistic fearlessness is dizzying on Lime Green, Hoonsâ latest release with his band the Outsiders. Even during the most tender musical moments, heâs wired to exert as much emotive urgency as is vocally possible. The fantastically baroque-heavy âRevengeâ pisses and moans with a fuzzed-out power-pop verse, eventually blooming into a piano-led chorus that finds Hoons shrieking in key, his upper register breaking apart as the melody soars ever further into melancholy. Known primarily for playing the role of indispensable sideman in groups like the Shaky Hands, the Minders, Horse Feathers, and Kyle Craftâs band, Hoonsâ magnetic lyrics and chameleonic rock ânâ roll swagger take center stage on breakout tracks like âThe Swingerâ and âAnorexic Again.â Hoons and the Outsiders open tonightâs all-Northwest bill, so get there early. RYAN J. PRADO
SATURDAY 3/18
JESCA HOOP, RITCHIE YOUNG
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Read our story on Jesca Hoop.
MEAT PUPPETS, THE MODERN ERA
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) From its beginnings as a Southwestern cow-punk parallel to the â80s SoCal hardcore of Black Flag, the Phoenix, Arizona, three-piece Meat Puppets always had an ear for melodies. Even as 1984âs Meat Puppets II opens with the straight-up, no-chaser punk track âSplit Myself in Two,â brothers Curt (guitar/vocals) and Cris Kirkwood (bass) immediately dive into twangy, psychedelic alt-country ditties âMagic Toy Missing,â âLost,â âPlateau,â and full-on jam âAurora Borealis.â Though Meat Puppets did achieve some mainstream success with the 1994 gold record Too High to Die, which features their only commercial hit, âBackwater,â theyâll most likely be remembered more for their direct influence of countless â90s alternative megastars, including radio mainstays Everclear, Beck, and Nirvana. Meat Puppets assured their mark in rock history when Kurt Cobain asked the brothers Kirkwood to come onstage while he covered three of their songs during his legendary MTV Unplugged session. CC
SUNDAY 3/19
ISAIAH RASHAD, LANCE SKIIIWALKER, JAY IDK
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE CĂ©sar E. ChĂĄvez) After listening to his 2014 album Cilvia Demo, the first thing that struck me about Isaiah Rashad was his cadence. Rashad reminds me of other fast rappers like Kendrick Lamar and AndrĂ© 3000 (both men are close to his worldâhe shares a label with Lamar and often cites Outkast as a big inspiration). But Rashadâs affect is more relaxed, like heâs moving through molasses without getting stuck. His songs follow mellow rhythmic paths that are perfect for both introspection and getting down. Last year he released The Sunâs Tirade, which adds even more chill samples that keep his poetic and probing lyrics grounded. With an equally talented network (SiR, SZA, the aforementioned Lamar) and such an audible wit, Rashad shows no signs of slowing down. EMMA BURKE
CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH, VITA AND THE WOOLF
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Old-timers may remember the mid-â00s as a golden era for music discovery. MP3 blogs ran wild in the early days of file-sharing, and record labels tried to figure out how to navigate this new reality. For a time, music geeks with oddly named websites became tastemakers, and weird little bands like Clap Your Hands Say Yeah found themselves riding the hype-wave seemingly overnight. For a dozen years now, CYHSYâs Alec Ounsworth has been releasing records that always get compared to his bandâs buzzy 2005 debut, fairly or not. Their latest is called The Tourist, and it finds Ounsworth returning to his favorite wells: wiry indie rock built on rubbery bass lines, modest experimentation with electronics, and twisted lyrics delivered in his adenoidal warble. Whatâs new: the influence of producer Dave Fridmann, whoâs worked on two other CYHSY releases before now, but never so obviously. His distinctive shimmer and warm ambiance closes the distance between Ounsworth and the listener. BS
MONDAY 3/20
XENIA RUBINOS, FRITZWA, RASHEED JAMAL
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Last time the ultra-talented Xenia Rubinos swung through town, the Mercury's Jenni Moore characterized the singer as jamming âat an unmarked intersection of jazz, funk, electronica, punk, and indie rock.â That's as fitting a description as any for an artist whose work is smart, surprising, and addictiveâand thankfully, tonight we've got a more concrete address where we can find her. That'd be 10 and SE Morrison, better known as Holocene. ERIK HENRIKSEN
TUESDAY 3/21
CHRIS SHIFLETT, BRIAN WHELAN
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE CĂ©sar E. ChĂĄvez) Dave Grohl is such an omnipresent rock star, sometimes itâs easy to forget that those other Foo Fighters have lives and interests of their own. Heck, sometimes itâs easy to forget there are other guys in the band. But there are, and Chris Shiflett is one of them. He plays guitar in the Foos, and he did the same in the punk bands No Use for a Name and Me First and the Gimme Gimmes. But right now, Shiflett is exploring his interest in twang. He released a record full of honky-tonk covers in 2013, and now heâs back with West Coast Town, which finds Shiflett kickinâ back somewhere between Buck Owensâ slick Bakersfield sound and the Rolling Stonesâ roadhouse country-blues. There are lots of good bands that do this well, but Shiflett holds his own as both a songwriter and roots-rocker. If nothing else, West Coast Town provides another perspective into the mind of a guy who can usually be found outside the spotlight. BS