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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Tonight in Music: Sia, Diamond Head, Wooden Indian Burial Ground

Posted by Ned Lannamann on Tue, Aug 16, 2011 at 1:08 PM


(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) Babelicious Australian singer Sia confirms the inarguable truth: sexy female vocals never fail to enchant. The blonde has progressed from cooing, down-tempo ballads to buoyant pop candy—and effortlessly, too! Her steamy sighs and heartfelt, thick exclamations mesh perfectly with her new, dancey sound. CECILIA D'ANASTASIO


(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Where does a band's identity lie? Is it in their breakout single or chart-topping recording? Does it belong to the member who owns the publishing, or is it just in the name? The current lineup for Diamond Head features only one founding member, guitarist Brian Tatler. Is a single original member enough to tour as the band to which the likes of Metallica and Megadeth claim they owe their existence? Tatler shared songwriting credits in Diamond Head's glory years with original vocalist Steve Harris, who vacated the band in the early '00s after butting heads with Tatler; Harris wanted the band to make a fresh start with a new name, Tatler did not. If you want to hear NWOBHM classics played from a live band, attend this show, but you won't be seeing Diamond Head. You'll be witnessing an old man and his pick-up band turning a triumphant legacy into dollar signs. ARIS WALES


(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) It's been awhile since the death-rattle gospel-garage of Wooden Indian Burial Ground has played a hometown show, but the group—fronted by the howl of Justin Fowler—has prepped a bunch of records for release on Brooklyn label Mon Amie Records. The first is the "Holy Mountain" 10-inch single, and the A-side is a chunky, eight-minute hurricane of Crazy Horse guitar, offset by eerie siren wails and Fowler's demented preacher holler. It's a welcome return for the group, who were missing in action for a couple years, but who have roared back to life with a fully matured, rocking sound. NED LANNAMANN


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