POOR CLAUDIA BENEFIT: NEAL MORGAN, ALEXIS GIDEON, PIGEONS, BOYS ON THE SIDE, NEW DADZ DJS, DJ MIKE M,
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Despite its sad-sack name, literary magazine Poor Claudia is one of the city's most thoughtful, carefully curated literary journals—and tonight, they've rallied a crew of musicians, artists, and writers (including poet Zachary Schomburg and members of White Hinterland) to help raise funds to keep all that careful thoughtfulness afloat. ALISON HALLETT
VETIVER, QUIET LIFE, GREAT WILDERNESS
(Star Theater, 13 NW 6th) Years back, as a fresh-faced man in my 20s, I loathed Vetiver. It was unfair and reactionary, but after witnessing the band play onstage I grew restless and that boredom manifested itself in a slow simmering (and misplaced) hatred. They were guilty of associating with Devendra Banhart, leaning too heavily on American Beauty-era Dead, and just being the wrong band at the absolute wrong time. But I've aged, as has Vetiver, and now my hunger for new music from Andy Cabic & Co. has reached an insatiable level. This year's The Errant Charm is subtle yet expansive, an album loaded with deep emotionalism yet simple in structure and pleasant on the ears. I take little pride in arriving at Vetiver fandom so late, but now that I'm here and listening to The Errant Charm once again, there isn't anywhere I'd rather be. EZRA ACE CARAEFF
WEEDEATER, SAVIOURS, BISON BC, FIGHT AMP
(Branx, 320 SE 2nd) With a name like Weedeater, its pretty clear that the North Carolina trio are an unabashed stoner metal/rock band (not to mention press photos that often include piles of weed). However, their new album Jason... The Dragon could also be referred to as cabin metal, and if anthropomorphized, most of the tracks here would be a ferociously stoned grizzly bear. They're thick, fuzzy, towering tunes that take a lot of cues from Sleep, but also mix in a hint of blues as well. In between the monstrous cuts are songs like the banjo-driven "Whiskey Creek," and the twangy "Palms of Opium," which appears to have been written (and possibly recorded) by the band in the backwoods on a porch in a rocking chair with a floppy-eared hound dog asleep at their feet. ARIS WALES
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