Searching Portland for the Forgotten Majesty of the Tastee Freez
MAYER HAWTHORNE AND THE COUNTY, GORDON VOIDWELL
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Like Raphael Saadiq (but Caucasian), Mayer Hawthorne makes an utterly convincing case for the legitimacy and primacy of devout soul revivalism—while wearing a tie, to boot. When you can sing like Saadiq or Hawthorne—all buttery croon and beautiful yearning—why not rekindle those Motown and Stax flames? Hawthorne is the Ann Arbor, Michigan, singer/songwriter who won over the discerning ears of Stones Throw Records' Peanut Butter Wolf, and the strange arrangement has proved fruitful for both parties. Whether singing in broken-hearted or love-swoon mode, Hawthorne hits all the right notes with grace. One hesitates to use such a moldy adjective, but there's no denying that Mayer Hawthorne's music oozes class. DAVE SEGAL
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) There's little point on providing a Glass Candy primer; you either know or you don't. Thankfully by this point in their career, the duo of Johnny Jewel and Ida No are known the world over, constantly stamping their passports with an enviable tour schedule—in November alone they will be in Singapore, Jakarta, Miami, and, of course, Portland. The band is showcasing material from their (hopefully calisthenics-themed) forthcoming LP Body Work, which will (fingers-crossed) see the light of day sometime in the new year. Until then, expect wall-to-wall hotness, both from the sweltering dance floor and from what Jewel and No create onstage. EAC
SUBLIME WITH ROME, SEXRAT
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) With Bradley Nowell in the ground for nearly 15 years now, the bank accounts for the surviving members of Sublime have probably seen better days. Enter Rome Ramirez, a pudgy and unfortunately pierced 22-year-old who sounds exactly like Nowell, except, you know, with a pulse. Sublime with Rome—the original Sublime moniker was registered to Nowell's estate, who most definitely do not give their blessing to this project (they sued)—is the revamped new take on the same old bro-tastical Long Beach pop, ska, and white-dude reggae. It's still early, but it's pretty clear that this is the worst Frankenstein'd musical monstrosity since someone left Ray Manzarek unattended and we were all stuck with the Doors of the 21st Century. EAC
Benefit for KARP Lives info, as well as a link to the complete show listings, after the jump!
BENEFIT FOR KARP LIVES
Complete show listings can be viewed here.