THE LASHES, THE VILLAGE GREEN, THE BELLA FAYES
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) Egging on the slow demise of Lookout!, the Lashes split the label for Columbia, where they are sure to rise to fame among similar bands beating the pop-punk horse. They get compared to everyone from the Cars to Franz Ferdinand, but to me they just sound safe and calculatedly cool, and therefore innocuous. MARJORIE SKINNER
SYSTEM OF A DOWN, THE MARS VOLTA, HELLA
(Rose Garden, 1 Center Court) See Music, pg 17.
THEE MORE SHALLOWS, MINMAE
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) Grandaddy gets mentioned a lot in reviews of Thee More Shallows' latest, More Deep Cuts, but another apt reference point is Yo La Tengo. Dee Kesler's hushed vocals so closely resemble Ira Kaplan's that you'd swear Cuts was the latter's side project. The instrumentation takes some cues from Kaplan's crew as well, but it doesn't stop there. A recording process that stretched out over years finds Cuts simultaneously intimate and massive in scope. Accented with violin, French horn, singing saw, and a host of backup vocals, the songs are more dynamic and dramatic than their aforementioned peers, and most certainly darker. GRANT BRISSEY
VISQUEEN, TRAUMA LE TRON, MIAZMA, THE RED CHANNELS
(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) Trauma Le Tron are great alchemists, stirring up the best bits of '80s goth with booming drum machines and the most haunted violin playing this side of the grave. Kind of like the Tim Burton of local indie music, the band makes good use of the creep-show music while still cranking out tunes that are surprisingly fun and accessible. These former Bellingham kids have a great track record as well, playing in the now defunct groups Spooky Dance Band and the Reeks and the Wrecks. Check 'em out tonight as they play songs from their lush, new self-released record Rainbow Venom. JOSH BLANCHARD
THA ALKAHOLIKS, DJ WICKED, DJ CHILL, SIREN'S ECHO
(Hawthorne Theatre, 3862 SE Hawthorne) It can be convincingly argued that the group linking LA's hiphop past with its present is Tha Alkaholiks. The past is King T, the rapper whose work in the late '80s bridged the raw beatbox sound of the World Class Wreckin' Cru with the sample-driven sound of NWA (Dr. Dre and Yella were both members of WCWC); and the present is Madlib, the leading member of the Lootpack, the group that established LA's underground scene in the late '90s. In 1992, King T introduced Tha Alkaholiks with "Got it Bad Y'all"; in 1993, Tha Alkaholiks introduced the Lootpack with "Turn the Party Out." Tha Alkaholiks have never been entirely underground or mainstream, but always in the middle, producing some of the purest hiphop in the known universe. CHARLES MUDEDE
BLACK ELK, STARANTULA, FATAL FLYING GUILLOTEENS
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) I'm still waiting for the follow-up installment of the Oops! tour that crashed through these parts three years ago. On that momentous night, the Load and Skin Graft Labels threw their lineups together to drill the lining from art punks' hearts and minds, leaving a sold-out show writhing for more abusive skronk with soul. The Fatal Flying Guilloteens weren't on that tour, but their nasty nests of crude noise would've fit well on that bill. The Guilloteens are a bit more garage than straight barrage, but the band will still spin your head like a top with their pile up of distortion, destruction, and sonic dementia. JENNIFER MAERZ
THE COPS, THE NERVOUS RETURN, THE LODGE CLUB
(Ash Street, 225 SW Ash) The Cops are pissed, and rightfully so. Orwellian swine clog the White House. Fear and depravity run amok on prime time. Citizens are color-coded red or blue. And like the Clash before them, the Cops point fingers at the antagonists with lip-curled sneers and power chords. On their first full-length, Get Good or Stay Bad, the Seattle punk quartet deliver their state of the union in a natural extension of late-'70s British punk. Though their guitars are tuned to 1977 London, their message is for our country today. BRIAN BARR
FRIENDS OF DEAN MARTINEZ, THE HEAVENLY STATES, KLEVELAND, HENRY MILLER SEXTET
(Dante's, 1 SW 3rd) Friends of Dean Martinez, featuring members of Giant Sand, Calexico, and Naked Prey, has been quietly but effectively operating on the fringes of hipster awareness since 1994. This Tucson, Arizona band makes music to melt you into your saddle as you ride into a dazzling sunset or, alternately, to twirl a swizzle stick in a cocktail while you banter with urbane individuals poolside. They're that diverse. FODM's nonchalant eclecticism hits many sweet spots, including exotica, mariachi, orchestral and spaghetti-western film music, jazz standards, or moody, twangy post-rock that leaves Wilco eating their dust. DAVE SEGAL
THE FUCKING CHAMPS, PARCHMAN FARM, DARK SKIES, USS HORSEWHIP
(Sabala's Mt Tabor, 4811 SE Hawthorne) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 15.
HELIO SEQUENCE, FRUIT BATS, WET CONFETTI
(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) What d'you mean, you don't like the Fruit Bats? How can anyone not like the Fruit Bats? They're like graham crackers, or beige, or Matt Lauer—something that's perfectly fine, and pretty bland and forgettable, but pleasant enough in theory that you can't actively dislike it. Will the Fruit Bats' '70s-influenced, low-key pop ever inspire anything more than an upbeat navel-gazing session? Eh, probably not. Will you ever be surprised by any musical decisions they make? Nope. But will you be content to listen to them, and probably have a pretty good time doing so, even if you'll forget all about it 10 minutes later? Well, sure you will. So c'mon. Stop disliking the Fruit Bats already. They never did anything to you! ERIK HENRIKSEN
(Towne Lounge, 714 SW 20th Pl) See Music, pg 19.
FRANNY FUND BENEFIT FEATURING COPY, BLUES GOBLINS, DJ BRAD VACHAL
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 15.
GRATITUDE, BIG CITY ROCKS, EVER WE FALL
(Hawthorne Theatre, 3862 SE Hawthorne) Seeing Jonah Matranga, ex-Far frontman and Onelinedrawing creator, singing in his new rock band, Gratitude, is sorta like watching your dad go through a midlife crisis. So many modern bands will cite Far and even Onelinedrawing as their inspiration for picking up a guitar and spilling their guts. And instead of continuing to inspire, now Matranga is the one searching for acceptance from the very scene he helped create. It's sorta twisted. And sadly, it makes for shallow-sounding songs that present absolutely nothing new to the table. MEGAN SELING
HOTEL CAFÉ TOUR FEATURING CARY BROTHERS, IMOGEN HEAP, BUTCH WALKER, PATRICK PARK, JIM BIANCO
(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) Arising out of LA's singer-songwriter venue of the same name, the MySpace-sponsored Hotel Café tour offers a wide (read: extremely narrow) array of future and current romantic comedy soundtrack fodder—including one dude from the Garden State soundtrack, and a guy who produced some of Avril Lavigne's songs. Sweet. ZAC PENNINGTON
KOTO Y SOTO, DJ TEENAGE
(Bossanova, 722 E Burnside) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 15.
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) See CD Reviews, pg 17.
MICHALE GRAVES, THE SHIFT, THE MISFATS, THE UNTOUCHABLES
(Sabala's Mt Tabor, 4811 SE Hawthorne) AWK-WARD. Seems as though there's something of a clash of the fake Misfits going down on Hawthorne Avenue tonight, as former fake (as in post-Danzig) Misfits vocalist/current "conservative punk" commentator (seriously) Michale Graves takes on the "real" fake Misfits—the long-rotting corpse of the original band that bassist Jerry Only airs out every few months to cover the cost of his Rogaine treatments. In the Misfits' corner at the Hawthorne Theatre, we've got former Black Flag guitarist Dez Cadena, as well as the real Misfits' second to last drummer, Robo. Wow. Up the street at Sabala's, we've got the Bush-fellating Graves and Portland's own "Eat It" inspired cover band, the Misfats—who will no doubt be walking down to the Hawthorne Theatre the minute their set's over. Just stay home. ZP
THE MISFITS, 800 OCTANE, PLAN R
(Hawthorne Theatre, 3862 SE Hawthorne) See above.
THE WILLOWZ, THE SHRILLS
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) Anaheim's The Willowz are caught somewhere between the Eternal Sunshine soundtrack (to which they contributed a great track) and WB teen drama pop rock BS. Sometimes it feels exciting and breathy and refreshing, and other times it's just your standard post-Hives garage rock poop. But it's not 50/50 good/bad, more like one quarter awesome, three quarters silly. And looking at the cover of their new CD, Talk in Circles, I'm thinking that the lovely, killer, righteous one quarter is thanks to drummer Alex Willow, who, in the midst of three beautiful, elfin, long-haired bandmates, looks like a pudgy, fleshy-faced, base-level intelligent, sketchy-eyed serial killer. And that's totally rad. AG
ADRIAN BELEW, SAMANTHA STOLLENWERCK
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Adrian Belew is the axe virtuoso who's played with all the cool ones —Frank Zappa, the Talking Heads, Paul Simon, Nine Inch Nails, etc. He's currently touring in support of a CD trilogy, two phases of which—Side One and Side Two—came out this year, and whose final installment is due out around Christmas time. Although the first disc found Les Claypool and Tool drummer Daney Carey laying down rhythm tracks, Belew is on the road with a Nashville trio in support. Subscribers to Guitar World, Guitar Player, and Guitar Magazine should be out in full effect. CHAS BOWIE
BRITISH SEA POWER, BLITZEN TRAPPER
(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) See My, What a Busy Week! pg 15.
COHEED AND CAMBRIA, THE BLOOD BROTHERS, DREDG
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) Dredg is the art-rock group for people who don't normally enjoy art rock. They create concept albums about obscure subjects such as sleep paralysis, leading to manifold message-board variations on "I don't know what he's singing, but it sure sounds deep!" The Bay Area-based band pressure-condense their progressive flourishes into spit-shined verse-chorus-verse vehicles. Dredg won't win many converts from the experimental-music-connoisseur crowd, especially because their compelling minimalist score for the terrorism-themed indie film Waterborne isn't available for purchase. But by smuggling unorthodox time signatures and polysyllabic words into ultra-polished packages, they've done their part to make modern-rock radio more intelligent. ANDREW MILLER
THE METAL BLADE YOUNG GUNS TOUR FEATURING LOSA, THE ABSENCE, CLASSIC STRUGGLE, ACROSS THE SUN, TO FALL VICTIM
(Rock 'n' Roll Pizza, 11140 SE Powell) Gresham knuckledraggers will find a lot to like on this bill as Metal Blade rolls out their newest, youngest signees LOSA and the Absence. The former concentrate on technicality and dynamics, playing their admirable one-song-in-40-minutes debut. That album, The Perfect Moment, displays a surprising range of influences from classic hardcore and more modern melodic acts like Opeth. What really sells LOSA though is how much their singer sounds like Mille from Kreator, rather than just another jock with nothing to say. The Absence are Floridian death metal by the numbers, touting their many opening slots for Cannibal Corpse with tragic pride. Though their music is heavy, technical, melodic, and actually full of hooks, they'll need to add a bit more depth to be anything more than a derivation of their gory heroes. NATHAN CARSON
SCHAFFER THE DARKLORD, MANIC D, DAREL JUNIOR, COOLZEY, FEDUP
(Tonic Lounge, 3100 NE Sandy) Fans of white comedy rap with indierock roots rejoice! Schaffer the Darklord is coming to town and his initials have not been lost on him. Former drummer for SF heavy noise/metal monsters Burmese, Mark Schaffer gave up his throne to spin rhymes about sex, drugs, and inter-music scene classism (indie vs metal, baby). With NYC as his new eyrie, STD can hit the road in nouveau one-man band style—skip the band van, buy plane ticket, rent car—voila. Touring 21st century style and making people laugh seems likely to win Schaffer more fans than his previously damaged outfit. NC
GREEN MILK FROM THE PLANET ORANGE, GRAILS, SCUFFLE & DUSTCOUGH, DANAVA
(Berbati's Pan, 10 SW 3rd) See CD Reviews, pg 17.
LCD SOUNDSYSTEM, THE JUAN MACLEAN
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) See Music, pg 17.
MAKE BELIEVE, BIRD SHOW, OLIVER
(Hawthorne Theatre, 3862 SE Hawthorne) See Once More With Feeling, pg 37.
MARTHA WAINWRIGHT, SARAH BLASKO
(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) Loudon Wainwright III and Kate McGarrigle's kids, Rufus and Martha, have made the most of their silver spoons, though it's easy to believe they would have made it anyway. Famous parents or no, they're just damn solid singer/songwriters. On her new eponymous album, Martha Wainwright struts the stuff of a serious pop artist, if such a thing can be said about a pop artist. Smoky vocals and slow, burning melodies profligate, not to mention the chick is fucking adorable in that East Coast arty intellect kind of way. Yowza. JUSTIN WESCOAT SANDERS
HOLY GHOST REVIVAL, CLOROX GIRLS, THE OVENS
(Food Hole, 20 NW 3rd) In an age of bored and cripplingly self-aware rock band knock-offs, Holy Ghost Revival bring a level of devotion, sincerity, and heart-stopping enthusiasm to their music that will undoubtedly sustain them for years to come. Their music definitely caters to those with a taste for decadent romanticism and glamorous melodrama, but their integrity as artists and their incandescent musicianship free them from the pitfalls of irony and gimmickry. Their performances are darkly theatrical and gloriously cavalier. Simply put, they exhibit a rare gift: an epic musical presence that burns brightly and without apology. EVAN JAMES
BOB MOULD BAND, SHINY TOY GUN
(Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E Burnside) Bob Mould promised in a recent interview that he "can say with absolute certainty that there will not be a Hüsker Dü reunion." Well, who gives a shit, really, since reunion tours suck as a rule, and moreover—Mould is coming to town to play old Hüsker Dü songs with a full band anyway! After breaking up the Dü, Mould released one or two great albums, then sort of fell off the radar—a period highlighted by his stint as a writer for World Championship Wrestling. On his latest CD, Body of Song, he combines his classic Sugar-era sound with some of the electronic avenues he's explored (with varying degrees of success) over the past several years. Now with Brendan Canty from Fugazi on drums, he's touring the US, playing new tunes as well as your favorites from Zen Arcade and New Day Rising. CB
OPETH, PELICAN, FIREBALL MINISTRY
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) See Music, pg 19.