THURSDAY 7/7

DIAMOND TUCK AND THE PRIVATES, LION FEVER, THE NIGHTMARES, SLOWHAWK (Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) See Music, pg 19

GUNSFIREMAYHEM, BATTLETORN, RABBITS, HYACINTH (Food Hole, 420 NW 3rd) Falling into the catchall category of "art punk," GunsFireMayhem leans a lot more on the punk aspects of their music. Hysterical, sneering vocals combine with standard punk drumming, guitars played at metal speed, and even a creepy keyboard, which helps make them a tiny bit reminiscent of the Murder City Devils, but with different tastes in melodrama. The whole thing manages to sound urgent and danceable, which is about the best you can hope for on a Thursday night. MARJORIE SKINNER

ROYALCHORD (Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) Wow, lately Australia seems to be shipping a lot of new groups our way across the deep blue sea. Royalchord is an Australian alt-country combo (heavy on the alt, lighter on the country) with passable dual-female crooning and equally passable guitar twangery--kind of like Mazzy Star after a couple pots of coffee. Honestly though, the group never transcends being just passable, and with the claustrophobic waves of new bands these days, I'd almost prefer to be entertained by the train-wreck antics of a horrible group than to wade knee deep in mediocrity. JOSH BLANCHARD

ZEN TRICKSTERS (Lola's Room, 1332 W Burnside) Hark! The pauper princes of modern Hippie-dom! The fool kings of the parking lot dope/bracelet dealer set! Zen Tricksters are such HUGE hippies they used to be a Dead cover band. They're so effing hippie they still play Dead songs and their originals, almost two decades later, are Dead sound-alikes. Still not hippie enough? Check some samples from their (hippie as fuck) message-board: "Phineas, is that you? I have not heard from you since you moved to Bellingham to live with Fuzzy!!!" Fuzzy! And, "If we had more time, we could have started a SEND GYPSY BOB TO OREGON fund raiser to get Gyps to the fair!!!" I don't know who this Gypsy Bob (aka "Gyps") is but PLEASE do NOT send him to Oregon! ADAM GNADE

FRIDAY 7/8

BLITZEN TRAPPER, CAJUN GEMS, PLEASE STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE (Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) See Music, pg 19

ALANIS MORISSETTE, JASON MRAZ (Arlene Schnitzer, 1037 SW Broadway) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 17

OH NO, DIVERSE, DJ SHINES (Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 17

SATURDAY 7/9

CLAMPITT, GADDIS & BUCK, POWER OF COUNTRY, JUANITA FAMILY (Acme, SE 8th and Main) See Once More, With Feeling, pg 30

CLUMSY LOVERS, LAURA GIBSON (Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Constant playing out is what separates great bands from merely good ones, but when your gig frequency is approaching the daily, you run the risk of getting a bit TOO comfortable. Such is the case with Vancouver BC Celtic/bluegrass quintet the Clumsy Lovers, who claim to play more than 300 shows a year. The result, at least on the band's latest record, Smart Kid, is too smooth for school, an über-slick brand of musical schtick devoid of what makes bluegrass at all interesting to listen to--namely, its grit and old timey-ness. Still, Kell's regulars will fuel themselves on Guinness and flock to this thing like ants to an apple core; what ensues will at least be boisterous, if not hellish. JUSTIN WESCOAT SANDERS

DEAD POETIC, THE BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE, AS CITIES BURN, CLASSIC CASE (Solid State, SE 9th & Pine) Riverside, California's The Beautiful Mistake are neither beautiful (they're kinda just nondescript white guys) or a mistake. Their steez is premeditated as it comes--a heavy ballot cast at being the Biggest Emo Cocks on the Block. It's like dudes really researched the eem (past and present, natch) in hopes of making their shits the most emoest emelodramatic emo ever. There's the intensive, elaborately ornate record packaging, the geography/topography references, and name drops of renascence artists. Shit, even their website was designed by a company called "starvingeyes, inc." P.S.: I've been to Riverside. It's a small, shit-ass town where there's absolutely nothing to do but hone yer emoness. And honed it they have. Like a blade. AG

HATE ETERNAL, KRISIUN, INCANTATION, INTO ETERNITY, ALL SHALL PERISH (Ash Street, 225 SW Ash) No mention of Hate Eternal will fail to reveal that vocalist/guitarist Eric Rutan was once a sideman in Morbid Angel. And certainly his own band (and really all the bands on this show) are cut from the same cloth. This could easily be renamed the "death metal stalwarts" tour--Incantation started in Pennsylvania in 1990. And Krisiun (like a more famous South American metal band whose logo you may have a tattoo or soccer jersey featuring) were formed in early '90s Brazil by a drummer and guitarist who are indeed brothers. There may be plenty of opportunities to see American death metal bands play small Portland circuit venues, but it's always a treat to see some Brazilian or Polish band melt our faces off with their beyond-technical drumming, blurring hyper thrash, face-in-my-soup vocals, and Slayer outtake guitar solos. NATHAN CARSON

ONE.BE.LO, MAJESTIK LEGEND, MYG, ILLMACULATE, MIDCOAST MOST (Wax, 5101 N Interstate) Formerly known as One Man Army (back when he was one half of Ann Arbor's Binary Star), One Be Lo is the prototypical True School MC, boasting nimble, interlocking flows, an earthy sensibility and a lofty cosmic consciousness; however, unlike many of his contemporaries, Lo won't bore you into being a good and righteous hiphop head. The basic essentials present in his presentation are infused with a percolating wit and profound insight, leaving one with the unmistakable taste of the real thing. Since MOTU, however, Lo has strived to capture the freshness he exemplified his first time out-- while appearances with his Subterraneous crew were typically inspired (check their Waterworld Too comp at www.subterraneousmusic.com), his Project F.E.T.U.S. felt slightly unfocused. That said, his most recent album (as the flagship artist of the new Fat Beats Records), S.O.N.O.G.R.A.M. , is easily his best work to date and evokes MOTU's best moments, bearing the markings of Lo's matured flow, mind-frame and mouthpiece. His refreshingly straight-no-chaser hiphop is catching more ears, too, as the OkayPlayer crew has cosigned him and the almighty Pete Rock provided a remix for his "Decepticons". LARRY MIZELL JR.

SUNDAY 7/10

THE CHICHARONES, ASTRONAUTALIS, NEWSPEAK, FOGATRON, BELLY (Viper Room, 720 SE Hawthorne) See My, What a Busy Week!, pg 17

GOGOL BORDELLO, MIRUMIR (Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) Listening to N.Y.-via-all-over-the-world gypsy punks Gogol Bordello is like absorbing a particularly raucous night at an Eastern European dive bar attracting international rabble-rousers. Their Balkan beats, hard-rock riffs, and multilingual (English, Spanish, Ukrainian, Italian) lyrics slam- and swing-dance with accordions, dub effects, and the gruff, celebratory delivery of frontman Eugene Hutz--who makes every chorus sound like a revelatory drinker's sing-along. The band's new Steve Albini-produced album, Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike, lives up to the title, throwing a grand bash where intercontinental music collaborates, collides, and, most importantly, carouses together under the umbrella of Gogol's colorful, theatrical display. JENNIFER MAERZ

JAMES WILLIAM HINDLE, BART DAVENPORT (Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Not everyone in the world could manage an irony-free, pitch perfect studio rendition of the Free Design sub-classic "My Brother Woody." Even fewer would actually ever want to. That's part of what makes the bleary-eyed AM pop of former Loved Ones' frontman Bart Davenport so special--with an uncanny knack for recapturing the eerily distinct air of '70s soft-rock (think Gilbert O'Sullivan… no, really), Davenport crafts tactile, surprisingly sophisticated pop albums like very little else you'll probably ever hear coming out of oughts indierock. ZAC PENNINGTON

MY FAVORITE, EUX AUTRES, VOXTROT (Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) Because I'm incredibly sensitive to the fact that I am more or less a painfully predictable musical consumer, I tend to quite regularly fight an uphill battle against music that people insist is "up" my "alley." Perhaps this accounts for the fact that--despite their sleeve-baring allegiance to familiar teenage mile markers like the Smiths, the Cure, and New Order--I've just never been able to fully appreciate New York conglomerate My Favorite. At a staggering 10-years on, My Favorite has of late begun to pick something of a quite following in Europe, counting among their growing fanbase one Stuart Murdoch, frontman for Belle & Sebastian and indierock's reigning King Wiener. Still, despite My Favorite's pedigree and general aptitude, I can't get over the fact that the band's well-worn fount of influence has already been done to death, and by bands with considerably more distinction. Maybe I'm just being a contrairian asshole. Either way, the show's totally free, so you can afford to disagree with me. ZP

WARPED TOUR: FALL OUT BOY, TRANSPLANTS, MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, MXPX, THE ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS, THRICE, ATREYU, AND MANY MORE (Columbia Meadows, 63701 Columbia River Hwy, St. Helens) Vans Warped Tour is the NASCAR of skate culture and fifth-wave emo (even the water is branded), and New Jersey is its motherland. Long the domain of downtrodden brokenhearted boy-punks, the Garden State's most profitable exports include the headliners' gaping-mouthed, coiffed harmonies (Fall Out Boy), hulking chords, and death fixations, either with their ex-girlfriends (Fall Out Boy) or themselves (My Chemical Romance; Fall Out Boy, again--in the same song!). FOB are unlikely emo for the rich rap set; they're represented by Def Jam impresario Jay-Z who reportedly escorted Beyonc to the FOB show in NYC. Transplants are the first rock band ever to be chopped and screwed thanks to Houston rapper/producer/diamond-grill manufacturer Paul Wall. (And if you prefer boom-bap Wheaties to the sizzurp avant-garde, check the hiphop stage; headliner OneBeLo is excellent.) Like rap, Warped is manned to the gills; to see a woman onstage, you might have to visit the girl ghetto, AKA the Shira Girl Sidestage, where Last to Fall, Jerra, and the Dead X's headline. Bring sunscreen, extra red eyeliner, and deep, deep pockets--cause My Chemical Romance's tattered riffs kinda rule, and you might want to buy a MCR-brand combination beer cozy/grip tape/Swiss Army Knife. JULIANNE SHEPHERD

TUESDAY 7/12

CORROSION OF CONFORMITY, FU MANCHU, ALABAMA THUNDERPUSSY, WEEDEATER (Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) C.O.C. were one of the original crossover bands, fusing the speed of punk with the aggression of metal back in 1983. Over time, their hardcore ethics became more of a vibe as the music slowed down; 20 years later C.O.C. has gentrified into a Southern rock band that is equal parts Pantera and Molly Hatchet. Fu Manchu have been waving the stoner rock flag so high it's even been caught on MTV's cameras now and again. And Alabama Thunderpussy are a relentless touring act. But for the diehard heavy music fan with an ear to the ground, the highlight of this show is right up front: Weedeater are a Southern doom trio fronted by the dreadlocked whiskey wizard Dixie Dave. The band are known for their monolithic swaying sludge. Dave is known for playing bass, screaming through seriously mangled vocal chords, and puking into a bucket on stage on a nightly basis. NATHAN CARSON

FALCONHAWK, MOSES MAYES (Lola's Room, 1332 W Burnsdie) Calgary's Falconhawk are a trio of "synth-pop revitalists" which means, for those not buried in music nerd jargon, that they have a foxy keyboard/vocalist chick and sound all pretty and spacey. Their new disc Here's Your Ghost has one of the radder album covers of the year, a desolate snowscape broken only by a mittened hand holding out a tiny ghost puppet made from what appears to be a handkerchief and a pencil. Me likey. Meanwhile, Moses Mayes is a self-described "funkfusion collective," a pairing that seems like it could induce seasickness, and possibly even scurvy. JWS

ALAN SINGLEY & PANTS MACHINE, SCOTT BINKLEY, THE BASKERVILLES (Towne Lounge, 714 SW 20th Place) With songs about dancing with Kate Moss and free shows in Battery Park, New York's Baskervilles take their position as storytellers very literally. Their songs read like part facetious gossip column, part Live Journal posting, as strangers go bump in the night at various hipster hotspots. Musically, the band comes off like Calvin Johnson fronting an airy new-wave/twee synth-pop band, with female backing vocals lighting up the occasionally monotone main delivery. In the end Baskervilles land somewhere between Belle & Sebastian and the Swirlies, but with far less daydreaminess infused in their style. JENNIFER MAERZ

FEIST, HOLOCOMBE WALLER (Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) See My What a Busy Week! pg 17

WEDNESDAY 7/13

KILLITH FAIR FEATURING M.O.D, CRISIS, JACKNIFE (Sabala's, 4811 SE Hawthorne) Rocking, hardcore political vocalist Billy Milano (formerly of S.O.D.) rolls into town to fronting Methods of Destruction, his refreshingly funny/smart/savvy/loud approach to music. They celebrate their newest disc the Rebel You Love to Hate, so get out there and celebrate with 'em. KATIE SHIMER

...WORMS, CHEVRON, GIANT BABY (Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 17