Clockwise from right: Kamasi Washington, Bells Atlas, Courtney Barnett clockwise from left: AG Rojas, Dominic Mercurio, Pooneah Ghana,


Collate, Cockeye, Trash Romeo, B.R.U.C.E.
B.R.U.C.E. is incredibly straightforward: The Portland punk band’s name is an acronym for the phrase “Burn Rapists Until Crispy and Enjoy,” their Facebook profile lists their sole influence as “vengeance,” and their short bio says, “Come for the German nü metal, stay for the Nazi stomping.” I can confirm that their music is just as intriguing as these small but telling bits of information: The first few seconds of “Succubus,” the opening track from their debut EP Stay Pissed (self-released in May), contain the power of a thousand screaming succubae. (The Fixin’ To, 8218 N Lombard, 8 pm, $5) CIARA DOLAN

Chanti Darling, Bells Atlas, Club Tropicana DJs
Portland’s R&B darling Chanticleer Trü is bringing his solo, retro-futurist soul project Chanti Darling to the Holocene dance floor this week. Chanti’s rhythmic, funky kaleidoscope of a performance will be accompanied by Bells Atlas, a group of psych-pop R&B artists out of Oakland. If you don’t want to boogie, don’t show up. (Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison, 8:30 pm, $12-14) ALEX ZIELINSKI

Waxahatchee Ground Control Touring


Courtney Barnett, Waxahatchee
Beloved for her deadpan delivery of lyrics like “The paramedic thinks I’m clever ’cause I play guitar/I think she’s clever ’cause she stops people dying,” Australian singer/songwriter Courtney Barnett returns to Portland to play songs off her new album Tell Me How You Really Feel, an unfussy indie rock masterwork in which she spends 10 songs trying to answer that question for herself. (Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside, 8:30 pm, $35 adv/$40 door, all ages) CD

My Bloody Valentine Anna Meldal


My Bloody Valentine
Led by guitarist Kevin Shields, My Bloody Valentine helped lay the groundwork for the shoegaze genrein the 1980s and ’90s, fishing for melodies from deep ponds of dissonant white noise. The Irish rock band dissolved in 1997, reunited in 2007, and released their long-awaited third studio album MBV (a follow-up to 1991’s beloved Loveless) in 2013. With talk of an EP and fourth LP in the works, My Bloody Valentine has debuted a couple of new songs at recent shows. Their current tour is their first in five years, and that hiatus from the stage is likely what caused Portland fans to buy up all the tickets to this Roseland show—you never know how long MBV will keep you waiting. (Roseland, 8 NW 6th, 9 pm, sold out) CD

Shame, Goon
About nine months ago, London post-punk quintet Shame whipped into town and whipped the crowd at the Doug Fir into a legitimate frenzy. The group was visiting Portland for the first time, having just released their debut LP, Songs of Praise—a blisteringly hot collection of post-punk anthems that sneer at modern England and the sorry lot that call the island home. Live, the songs went from open-hand slaps to closed-fist kidney jabs, made all the more powerful by frontman Charlie Steen’s sweaty, agitated bark. Fuck MBV; don’t miss this show. (Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside, 9 pm, $13-15) ROBERT HAM

Old Time Relijun Jason Quigley


Old Time Relijun, Oh Rose
In Olympia in the early 2000s, Old Time Relijun shows were mystical freak-outs that invited all present to lose their dancefloor inhibitions. Part Captain Beefheart, part Screaming Jay Hawkins, and part no-wave party band, they tapped into rock ’n’ roll’s transcendent possibilities in ways previously deemed lost and forgotten. When they were onstage, it was easy to believe they were creating something that had never existed before—a style of music the rest of us had only heard in our dreams. After a decade-long hiatus, Old Time Relijun is back for a short West Coast tour that kicks off in Portland to celebrate the band’s 23rd anniversary. (Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi, 9 pm, $16-18) JOSHUA JAMES AMBERSON

Michael Nau William Alexander Brown


Michael Nau and the Mighty Thread, Erin Rae
After spending several fruitful years fronting Page France and Cotton Jones, Michael Nau comes full circle on his latest solo record, Michael Nau and the Mighty Thread. With an Americana sheen weighted by heavy lyrics about life, love, existential dread, and everything in between, Nau’s knack for nostalgia-mining is preternatural on tracks like “When,” which wraps a Spector-like wall of sound around a rollicking rock ’n’ roll gem. He’s somehow able to top that with “On Ice,” a song that could be played for about 300 years and never sound old. (Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi, 8 pm, $13-15) RYAN J. PRADO

Lee “Scratch” Perry, Alter Echo, E3
Jamaican reggae producer and dub music pioneer Lee “Scratch” Perry and Subatomic Sound System is touring in celebration of the 45th anniversary of Perry and the Upsetters’ landmark album, 1973’s Blackboard Jungle Dub. I saw Perry at Bumbershoot a couple years back and had a joyous time vibing out to his greatest work and smoking weed in public with the reggae-loving masses. At 82 years old, Lee “Scratch” Perry has still got it. (Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie, 9 pm, $22-25, all ages) JENNI MOORE

Starcrawler Autumn DeWilde


MC50, Starcrawler, Holy Grove
You’re not going to get a full reunion of Detroit heavy-rock pioneers the MC5 anytime soon—the majority of its members are too dead for that to happen. But the righteous anger and political fury of the band’s 1969 classic Kick Out the Jams are still sadly relevant to our modern era. Surviving guitarist Wayne Kramer is doing the next best thing: putting together an all-star lineup of fellow lifer musicians, including Soundgarden guitarist Kim Thayil and Fugazi drummer Brendan Canty, and bringing these songs back to fire-breathing life to celebrate MC5’s 50th birthday. (Roseland, 8 NW 6th, 8 pm, $32-149) RH

Hermitage Piano Trio MKI Artists


Hermitage Piano Trio
Tonight, the technically impeccable Hermitage Piano Trio represents their motherland with an all-Russian program featuring Tchaikovsky’s delightful take on the months of the year, as well as a more melancholic piece created by a 19-year-old Rachmaninoff. Perhaps the ultimate reason to attend, though, is to give witness to the Piano Trio No. 2 composed by the emotionally tortured Dmitri Shostakovich. Created during World War II, this uncanny work of dissonant tones, agitated rhythms, and unsettled sonic quality somehow manages to capture the reality of millions dead and millions more terrorized. The piano, cello, and violin have never sounded more disturbing. (Lincoln Hall at PSU, 1620 SW Park, 7:30 pm, $30-55, all ages) BRIAN HORAY

Matthew Sweet, The Dream Syndicate
This co-headlining bill connects two acts that reintroduced a melodic edge to guitar rock during their respective heydays. The Paisley Underground-affiliated Dream Syndicate holds down the spacier end of things. Their return in 2012 after a quarter-century-long split culminated in the recent LP How Did I Find Myself Here?, a fantastic collection of craggy psych-rock jams. Closing out the night is Matthew Sweet, who, since his 1991 breakthrough Girlfriend, has perfected chiming, lovestruck pop with varying degrees of volume and intensity. His latest album, Tomorrow Forever, is another masterwork that leans on his close reading of ’60s and ’70s classics from both sides of the Atlantic. (Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell, 8:30 pm, $25-30) RH

Raquel Divar, Cory O, Penny Wide Pupils, Bodie, One Wub
While they definitely qualify as a hip-hop act, Raquel Divar and Cory O are often booked for non-hip-hop lineups like the SYNT (See You Next Tuesday) weekly show dedicated to dubstep and the “deeper, darker side of bass music” at Bit House Saloon. The last time I saw Raquel Divar take the mic was at the Thesis in August, and it might have been her best performance to date. The crowd was apparently feeling that same energy as Raquel expertly performed challenging verses to dark tracks like “Runners Anthem,” “Snakes and the City,” and “Vandals,” from Divar and O’s new collaborative EP The Reign. There’s no better time than the present to go support this dynamic producer/MC duo. (Bit House Saloon, 727 SE Grand, 9 pm, free) JM

Black Pumas Merrick Ales


Lebenden Toten, Violent Party, Destripados, Genogeist
Bands on the crusty end of the punk spectrum might pay lip service to the terrible beauty of chaos, but the medium rarely matches the message—it doesn’t get much more musically conservative than a two-minute blast of Discharge worship. Portland’s noise-punk rulers Lebenden Toten are a bracing reminder that spiky punk can still shock, and last year’s Mind Parasites LP might be the band’s most forceful statement yet. An exhausting and essential listen, the album is a 20-minute tour of an infernal punk landscape that is all singing static and melting borders, and the songs that live there sound like monsters feeding on the madness. It is messy and ugly and beautiful. (The Lovecraft, 421 SE Grand, 8 pm, $8) CHRIS STAMM

St. Paul and the Broken Bones, Black Pumas
Austin psychedelic soul outfit Black Pumas only have one single to their name, “Black Moon Rising,” but it is one GREAT fucking song. Based solely on the immense strength of their Pickathon 2018 set, I highly recommend seeing them live. The fusion of singer Eric Burton and producer Adrian Quesada manifests in fleshed-out, guitar-driven, vintage-sounding soul that’s sure to win over any audience member with a pulse, and make all of you want to buy a “Black Pumas” T-shirt. At Pickathon, the band performed a bunch of their as-yet unreleased material, and although I generally had no idea what I was listening to—save for a truly remarkable cover of Eleanor Rigby that nearly moved even my Beatles-purist friend to tears—I loved every second of it. Ever since, I’ve been obsessed with finding more. I did dig up a small handful of YouTube videos to briefly tide me over, with Black Pumas performing Black Moon Rising and songs like Colors and Get It Together at venues in Austin. Though their album was expected to be released on Colemine Records over the summer, Eric Burton told me via Twitter that the group is still working on it and it’ll come out in 2019. Until that gem drops, at least we have another opportunity to enjoy them in the flesh. (Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside, 8:30 pm, $35-38, all ages) JM

Richard Reed Parry’s Quiet River
Imagine spending 15 years playing in indie rock mega-band Arcade Fire, where every album release is a global event and every show is a giant, life-affirming crescendo. Sounds exhausting, doesn’t it? It’s no surprise, then, that someone like Richard Reed Parry—Arcade Fire’s redheaded multi-instrumentalist—might use his time off from the main gig to retreat into something much smaller and more intimate, with a more personal connection. Enter Parry’s new folk-rock song cycle, Quiet River of Dust, Vol. 1: This Side of the River. It’s a lovely little listen, packed with adventurous takes on folk traditions and inspired by hikes through Japan, supernatural experiences, mythological concepts, and the music of Arthur Russell, Tom Waits, and Parry’s late father. Is Parry going to headline Madison Square Garden with this stuff? Probably not, but surely that’s part of the point. (Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi, 9 pm, $17-20) BEN SALMON

Kamasi Washington AG Rojas


Mercury Rev, Marissa Nadler
Although it shares a shimmering sonic universe (and the magic touch of producer Dave Fridmann) with The Soft Bulletin, Mercury Rev’s 1998 masterpiece Deserter’s Songs didn’t ride into the 21st century with a dedicated following to match the Flaming Lips’ cult of worshipers. While The Soft Bulletin will be forever pinned to a cultural moment, Deserter’s Songs has retained an air of mystery and majesty, and listening to it in 2018 doesn’t feel like revisiting a familiar peak. To dip into Deserter’s Songs today is to be stunned by a beauty that still seems vaguely alien. Tonight’s celebration of the album’s 20th anniversary promises to be a trip backward into something strange. (Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi, 9 pm, $25-30) CS

Kamasi Washington, Victory
Kamasi Washington doesn’t do anything on a small scale. His 2015 major-label breakthrough The Epic is 172 minutes of fiery jazz. This year’s double album Heaven and Earth is only slightly less dense, but absolutely solidifies his status as a truly visionary saxophonist. Washington’s done himself an immense favor by performing with some hot-shit players over the years, including Thundercat and drummer Ronald Bruner Jr. His shows always deliver, whether he’s sticking to the script or veering into improvised ecstasy. Jazz has long fallen out of favor in popular music, but Washington seems to be the first player in years to successfully bring the form to wider audiences. (Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside, 8 pm, $29.95-35, all ages) MARK LORE

Tove Styrke Emma Svensson


Tove Styrke, Au/Ra
Who knows why Tove Styrke is playing Holocene at 5:30 pm on a Friday, but what a treat! For those unfamiliar: Styrke is a former Swedish Idol contestant who, over the past decade, has developed into one of the most interesting and engaging pop artists out there. Her 2015 album Kiddo is a modern classic of tightly wound, technicolor electro-pop, the kind that bubbles up from underground rather than clubs you over the head (think Carly Rae Jepsen). It earned positive reviews, but didn’t exactly make Styrke the household name she should be (also Jepsen-esque!). Now she’s back with a long-teased third album, Sway, that flies by in seven tracks and just 25 minutes, plus... a demo of a Lorde cover? It’s a head-scratcher of a release, but rest assured, it’s well worth bailing out of work a little early. (Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison, 5:30 pm, $16-18) BS

Hawthorne Hip-Hop Showcase
A lineup of all-local hip-hop at the Hawthorne on a Friday is a rarity, but with a bill this good and diverse, they might just pack the place out. In addition to six-piece hip-hop/soul/funk band Speaker Minds, there will also be a set by cannabis enthusiast/rapper Stevo the Weirdo, relative newcomer [E]m-press (their 2018 project HeartBreak Hotel is rock-solid), YungShirtMane of the Naturally Grown Misfits crew, and Mat Randol, who released the truly excellent and cohesive full-length Art of Allowing last month. (Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE Cesar E. Chavez, 8 pm, $10-12) JM

King Khan and The Shrines, Gabriella Cohen
From the looks of his Bandcamp page, it’s been a couple of years since Arish “King” Khan released anything with his nine-piece band, the Shrines. But what the garage-rock royal has unveiled to the world over the past two decades has been routinely spectacular, conjuring psychedelic legend Roky Erickson and the hip-swiveling soul of James Brown in equal turn. In recent years Khan has been recording and producing albums for other artists from his Moon Studio in Berlin, most notably his teenage daughter, Saba Lou, whose 2017 debut Planet Enigma is lo-fi cosmic folk at its best. The King Khan shows I’ve attended have been shocking, strange, and mind-blowingly great—prepare accordingly. (Star Theater, 13 NW 6th, 9 pm, $15) CD

Saintseneca Anti-


Saintseneca, Trace Mountains
Saintseneca’s songs crackle and buzz with an energy that’s the envy of many similar indie folk-rock bands. The Columbus, Ohio, group—helmed by singer/songwriter Zac Little—has felt like it’s been on the verge of bigger things for a while now, thanks to 2014’s Dark Arc and 2015’s Such Things. But the band’s new album, Pillar of Na, may be their best yet. It’s warm, strummy, restless, and relentlessly catchy, with one foot planted in the world of elegant pop-rock and the other rooted in punk ethos. It’s well worth a listen, if for no other reason than Little’s stated goal: “I told [producer] Mike Mogis I wanted Violent Femmes meets the new Blade Runner soundtrack,” he explains in the band’s bio. “I’m looking for the intersection between Kendrick Lamar and Fairport Convention.” Was he successful? That’s for your ears to decide. (Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside, 9 pm, $12-14) BS

Yaeji Lydo Le


Hailing from Brooklyn, Korean-American electronica artist Yaeji creates dance club soundscapes that are simultaneously bumping and introspective. Murmuring lyrics in Korean and English within the same song, Yaeji’s compositions usually start soft and build in intensity—but a kind of quiet, lush intensity, you know? For more on this, check out the poppin’ “Raingurl,” and “Drink I’m Sippin’ On” from last year’s EP2, and her newest single “One More”—a hypnotic number that’s tailor-made for your emotional dance floor. (Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell, 8:30 pm, $22-25, all ages) WM. STEVEN HUMPHREY

Ian Sweet, Young Jesus
“Deterritory,” the opening track from Young Jesus’ new album The Whole Thing Is Just There, harkens back to the unhinged musical abandonment of the ’90s Chicago underground. Owing as much to the angular minimalism of the Jesus Lizard as they do to the Kinsella brothers, Young Jesus’ powerful soundscapes arrive like the ramblings of a madman, and unfurl into poetic slices of post-rock genius. The Whole Thing Is Just There is replete with all the rage and poise of any thoughtful, pissed-off, vaguely jazz-minded art-punk collective, which is to say it’s a wildly engaging listen. (Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi, 9 pm, $12-14) RJP

Shannon Lay Force Field PR


Mic Check: Trox, OG On, Onry Ozzborn, Stevo the Weird, Free Tillman
Okay, I know I just covered Mic Check in the last installment of Sneaker Wave, but here they are again, doing another thing: Though the passing of StarChile caused the Mic Check crew to make their once-monthly concerts a quarterly event, this October, the local showcase is hosting a “pop-up” show at its usual spot. The pop-up will feature a beat set from Portland instrumental hip-hop artist Free Tillman; the Half&Half crew from Rapid City, South Dakota; Seattle rapper Onry Ozzborn; and Portland’s own Stevo the Weirdo. (White Eagle, 836 N Russell, $8, 7 pm) JM

Danzig, Venom Inc., Power Trip, Mutoid Man
The Danzig machine keeps moving in 2018, even if the band’s output comes less frequently and with varying quality. Its enigmatic frontman is still... well, goddamn Glenn Danzig. And although the John Christ and Chuck Biscuits days are almost 25 years in the rearview, Danzig has still managed to make a couple of decent-sounding records. At the very least, the Pale One is continuing to do things on his own terms. As metal continues to evolve and move a little further away from the days when Danzig was the genre’s physical embodiment, his DNA is still embedded in countless bands. Because let’s face it, demons never go out of style. (Roseland, 8 NW 6th, 7:30 pm, sold out, all ages) ML

The Internet, Moonchild
Obviously you know neo-soul band the Internet’s major 2015 hit “Girl,” from their Grammy-nominated album Ego Death, right? RIGHT!? (“Girl/If they don’t know your worth/Tell ’em you’re my girl/And anything you want is yours.”) Yeah, that’s what I thought. Their follow-up LP Hive Mind, also their first studio album to not be associated with the Oddfuture label, is basically a masterpiece. I’ll be shocked if this album isn’t nominated for a Grammy, but then again, the Recording Academy can’t even be trusted to bestow Beyoncé’s Lemonade with Album of the Year, so... yeah. Hive Mind highlights include lead singles “Come Over” and “La Di Da,” the sultry “Stay the Night,” “It Gets Better (With Time),” and “Look What U Started.” Pretty much all of these songs would make a smooth and easy soundtrack for late-night laptop work, and a logical addition to your lovemaking playlist. Their music just feels good, and seeing them live sounds like the perfect date night out, even if you just take yourself. (Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside, 8 pm, $32.50-37.50, all ages) JM

Ty Segall, Shannon Lay
As a member of garage-punk quartet Feels, LA-based singer/songwriter Shannon Lay locks into the here and now of scuzzy California loudness, that realm ruled by Ty Segall and John Dwyer. Lay’s solo work, however, exists on a different plane, one unmoored from the waking present. The dazed and dreamy Laurel Canyon vibes of Judee Sill and Linda Perhacs chime at the edges of Lay’s dolorous folk, as does the neo-mysticism of Guy Blakeslee. But she’s not chasing anyone else’s strain of magic. On last year’s riveting Living Water, Lay lights her own way through the universal unknown, offering a consoling reminder that we are not always alone in our aloneness. (Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie, 9 pm, $25-30, all ages) CS