The release show's tonight at Tube, and the four-song record's called Hide; it's out on Eolian Records, and it's fucking heavy. If you don't have a record player (seriously, why don't you have a record player? What the hell is wrong with you?), or if your record player doesn't play 10-inch records (mine didn't until I jammed a piece of metal bracket into one of the gear things), you can check out the tunes over on Rabbits' MySpace page. They're loud, furious, heavy, catastrophic, screamy, bellowy, and fucking fun as hell. Turn it up. Make your neighbors hate you. Then go to see Rabbits tonight. Beers are a fucking dollar.

w/Kingdom of Magic, DJ Wroidrage; Tube, 18 NW 3rd, 9 pm

MUSIC ON MAIN STREET: PANCAKE BREAKFAST (SW Main between Broadway & Park, 5-7 pm, FREE, all ages) PLAY IN TRAFFIC—This afternoon marks the first Music on Main Street of the summer, in which the street outside the Portland Center for the Performing Arts is blocked off for a local band to play every Wednesday. Check out Pancake Breakfast and their jaunty, family-style backyard folk, performed with a full backup choir. NL

GIL SCOTT-HERON COVERS: MESHELL NDEGEOCELLO, STEPHANIE SCHNEIDERMAN (Alberta Rose Theatre, 3000 NE Alberta) Why is it fitting for Meshell Ndegeocello to perform an evening of Gil Scott-Heron covers? What connects these two artists? Before answering that, let's look at what disconnects them. The main disconnection is that they come from and represent very different moments and moods in the history of black popular music. Scott-Heron is associated with the black power movement of the early '70s; Ndegeocello is associated with the post-feminist rebellion of the '90s. Scott-Heron is all about race, about the color of his skin, and the history of that skin color in America. Despite being political, Ndegeocello is not so much about her skin. She instead has about her the mode of the post-racial. So what connects them? It is their relationship with the arts. Both emerged from an education in the arts. In the way Ndegeocello could easily have followed a path to a career in jazz, Scott-Heron could easily have followed a path to a career in literature. CHARLES MUDEDE

DEFIANCE OHIO, FOOT OX, THE DEPARTMENT OF MOTOR VEHICLES (Satyricon, 125 NW 6th) Defiance Ohio is a name that rings true with those who know that the words This Bike Is a Pipe Bomb is not a terrorist threat, or those who remember Against Me! when they were a neckbearded acoustic punk act from the Florida 'burbs. The Columbus band—not actually from the city of Defiance—primarily steers clear of three chords (and three-pronged outlets) in favor of staying acoustic and relying on the very un-punk combination of cello, upright bass, harmonica, violin, and acoustic guitar. But punk is not a volume war, and on their brand-new full-length, Midwestern Minutes, Defiance's positive message and inspiring anthems are deafening compared to their all-noise, little-substance punk rock peers. The highlight of this is "Cigarettes," a song that packs a wallop despite clocking in under the minute mark. Let's hear it for efficiency. EAC

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DRAGGING AN OX THROUGH WATER, SOFT METALS, GOLDEN RETRIEVER, KEVIN SHIELDS (Valentine's, 232 SW Ankeny. No, not that Kevin Shields) OX ROX—The brand-new 7-inch from Dragging an Ox through Water makes its welcome emergence into the world at tonight's show, in which Brian Mumford (the man behind all that Ox Dragging) will play warped electro/acoustic music with plenty of unique special effects. NL

CAGE, HATE YOUR GUTS, SERGE SEVER, GEN. ERIK (Hawthorne Theatre Lounge, 1507 SE 39th) It's a little baffling to watch Canadian R&B-singer/rapper/Degrassi-heartthrob Drake sweep up the critical accolades for daring to bare his poor, mopey, rich-kid soul on Thank Me Later, given that the hiphop game has had no shortage of would-be oversharers over the years. Grim, grimy emo emcee Cage definitely has a grittier bio than most and isn't afraid to spill his guts over rap tracks that contain goth tropes until it's hard to tell where the black eyes end and the eyeliner begins. But Cage's latest Def Jux joint, Depart from Me, thoroughly squanders what talents the emcee displayed on his 2005 opus Hell's Winter—which is just more bad news to go cry about. ERIC GRANDY

EDDY CURRENT SUPPRESSION RING, CHEAP FLIGHT, BLOOD BEACH (East End, 203 SE Grand) Eddy Current Suppression Ring embody in sound that common perception of Australians as ruffians with charming accents. They play a rough-hewn brand of garage punk but also have the ability to stretch out with a sort of 1969: Velvet Underground Live epicness (see especially "Tuning Out" from ECSR's new album, Rush to Relax). ECSR are at their best when locking into a rugged chug, a polluted, biker-rock take on motorik (see "Second Guessing," also off Rush to Relax), but they also excel with tender, sweetly tuneful songs like "Gentleman," which evokes Oz legends the Saints. DAVE SEGAL

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BLACK TUSK, ZOROASTER, DARK CASTLE, TENSPEED WARLOCK (Satyricon, 125 NW 6th) Zoroaster's new album Matador is a massive, psyched-out wall of Southern doom with volume knobs turned to 11 and reverb cranked to the limit. Matador also has Zoroaster changing their vocal stylings a bit, taking a few steps into heavily processing their voices along the way. The graveled delivery of Will Fiore and Brent Anderson is still there, but now their vocals create a hypnotizing drone over the music, making almost any song from Matador into a body-altering experience live. As a matter of fact, eat plenty of fiber and take a satisfying movement before attending this show, because all four bands on this bill have enough rumbling low end and volume to empty your bowels into your pants. AW

ANYA MARINA, EUX AUTRES (Doug Fir, 840 E. Burnside) Team Edward, or Team Anya?

BAD REPUTATION: XDS, ASTROLOGY, DJ NATE C (Tube, 18 NW 3rd) XDS drummer Shoko Horikowa is on hiatus. Check out the video above and imagine that you're watching new drummer Ben Tyler behind the skins.

My Dads, KidCrash, Not to Reason Why, Pianos Become Teeth (Kenton Club, 2025 N Kilpatrick) Throughout much of the late '00s, half the members of Kidcrash resided in Olympia, while the other half stayed put in their hometown of Santa Fe. Miraculously, their band not only survived, but also thrived—releasing records, touring trans-continentally, and blossoming into something state lines couldn't hinder or contain. Kidcrash's boundary-thrashing, epic compositions traverse and rupture the territories of punk, post-hardcore, math and prog rock, a chaotic ride that manages to sound out of control and meticulously planned all at once. Now that all four members have settled in Portland, we get the privilege of witnessing firsthand what they're capable of while actually living in the same city. EJ

NO.FEST 2010: BLUE CRANES, LICKITY, DANIEL MENCHE, ROLLERBALL & MORE (St. Johns) SAY YES TO NO—The numbers are staggering: over 50 performances in 29 hours, so just assume that if you are anywhere near St. Johns on Friday or Saturday, you'll see something from No.Fest. The annual event is absolutely massive this year, offering everything from children's shows to experimental dub, plus everything else in between. EAC

SALLY SELTMANN, BENOIT PIOULARD, ZACH ZAITLIN (The Woods, 6637 SE Milwaukie) Each song on Sally Seltmann's Heart That's Pounding goes for the pop jugular. The bright hooks and indelible choruses come on like bursts of fresh air, sparkling in Seltmann's sunny mood and encapsulating decades of pop history—from early '60s Brill Building girl-group records to '70s piano-based songwriter albums to '80s radio hits. You've actually heard Seltmann's pop hooks before, even without realizing it; she co-wrote Feist's "1234," which went on to soundtrack an inescapable iPod commercial. You also might have heard her work as New Buffalo, the artistic alias Seltmann has recorded under until now.

...Continue reading the rest of Ned Lannamann's article on Sally Seltmann here.

COCOROSIE, CIBELLE (Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) Cocorosie are a divisive, if not flat-out widely disliked, band. The twee, folk-adelic, fond-of-beatboxing sister act's last three albums have landed in the 2.3—5.1 range of Pitchfork's 10 rating system, while Metacritic's more forgiving metrics give those albums a mean (in the mathematical, not the snarky sense) rating of 59, 60, and 67 out of 100, respectively. In academic terms, those are Fs and (to quote Kanye West quoting Radio Raheem) "Ds, motherfucker, Ds." Beyond the numbers, of course, people just say mean things about sisters Sierra and Bianca Casady. Spin, in a zero-stars review of their 2005 sophomore album, Noah's Ark, memorably said: "They make each shimmer of postnatal whimsy seem like an eternal gulag of the spotless mind." Why all the hate? We attempt to get to the bottom of this pressing issue. EG

...Click here and Eric Grandy will explain why you hate Cocorosie.

Solvent, Saint Vitus, Portugal. The Man, Mimicking Birds and Anti-Pop Consortium all after the jump!

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