But as you'll see from the video, it looks like Griggs might have started the whole incident by throwing his guitar at the drummer to begin with. As least that's how it looks to me.
The press release also includes a photo of Griggs with stitches in his forehead, which I'll include for ya after the jump. It goes on to say that Griggs quickly assembled a new backing band—and the newly constituted lineup of Radio Moscow plays in Portland tonight, opening for Graveyard at the Doug Fir.
So I ask you, readers, after watching this video—
GHOST, BLOOD CEREMONY, ANCIENT VVISDOM
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) I have heard exactly one heavy music fan claim they did not care for Blood Ceremony's self-titled 2008 debut. Are you fucking kidding me? Unabashed Iommi-worshipping guitar, sinister organ, and lyrics birthed from the Necronomicon swirl from netherworldly depths to otherworldly heights—and that's just the first song. Once vocalist/organist Alia O'Brien puts her lips to the mouthpiece and conjures that first flute (yes, flute) solo, the trip really begins. This dark sorceress leads a druggy, unholy dance at the altar of the RIFF, her minions banging their heads approvingly as she lights the pyre beneath you. Yes, this album is a stone classic and that person I mentioned earlier obviously has shit for brains. The Toronto band makes their long overdue Portland debut tonight. Don't miss out. ETHAN JAYNE Also read our article on Ghost.
GRAVEYARD, RADIO MOSCOW
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Graveyard is a pack of Swedish ghouls that have robbed the crypt of rock and roll for all its forgotten trinkets and jewels. Unlike most modern retro-rock outfits who've picked at the dry bones of Pentagram's boogieman blues, Graveyard opted to crack open a few different coffins. On their latest slab, Hisingen Blues, they display some of the treasures they found with their necromantic pursuits. They push some hard-charging, hand-clapping MC5 blues and lace it with some darkened Uriah Heep and Jefferson Airplane psychedelia. To keep from seeming too fiendish, they occasionally stop and breathe with a slow and soulful Free groove. Consequently, by digging up the past, Graveyard may have given new life to the stale corpse of rock and roll. ARIS WALES

Another week, another Portland group unveiling a beautiful set at the Daytrotter Sessions. This time, it's White Hinterland, stripped down and sonorous in their simplicity. While the duo is usually known for more produced and programmed sounds, here they step away from the electronics in favor of a single piano and singer Casey Dienel's richly alluring voice. Like all Daytrotter Sessions, this one showcases the band in a new light, intimate and humble, yet White Hinterland's stunning turn here more than just a change of pace, it's a revelation. You can hear the first track of the session, "Icarus," right now before heading over to grab the rest of it, which is absolutely something you're going to want to do.
LISTEN:
White Hinterland - "Icarus" (Daytrotter Session)

Portland's getting a very special Valentine from none other than Deer Tick. The Providence, Rhode Island, group plays everything from roots to rock—as long as it's raw, rowdy, and rambunctious—and they'll be puckering up their lips and lining up their candy hearts for a cozy show at Bunk Bar on Tuesday, February 14. It's a venue Deer Tick could have played three or four years ago, but they generally fill bigger rooms these days. It's also a special one-off show for Deer Tick, who kick off a European tour in March, but otherwise have a pretty quiet tour schedule until then.
So bring a sweetie, or maybe you'll find one at the show—Deer Tick shows are never tidy, sober affairs, so anything could happen. Get tickets here.
Deer Tick at Bunk Bar, Tues Feb 14, 9 pm, $15
WOLVES IN THE THRONE ROOM, TRAGEDY, DRUDEN
(Branx, 320 SE 2nd) The sky is dark, and the floodgates of Northwest rain have opened, creating the perfect environment to summon forth Wolves in the Throne Room. From a fabled farm compound, the Olympia band channels the energy around us into a rampage of black metal that might stop you from caring whether the sun ever returns. MARJORIE SKINNER

In order to win, send an email to this address with "Cloud Nothings" in the subject line. Please include your first and last name. We'll choose a winner at random, who'll get to check out the show and get a sweet Rubik's Cube in the mail. Not sure if you want in? You want in. Take a listen to Cloud Nothings below, and good luck! (This contest will remain open until Thursday, February 2 at 5 pm.)
LISTEN:
Cloud Nothings - "Stay Useless"

The latest in what may become my new favorite series, indie noise band Deerhoof and songwriter David Bazan (Pedro the Lion, Headphones) have just released a collaborative 7" featuring Bazan's somber vocals and newly written lyrics over a re-worked Deerhoof track. Affectionately known as DeerBazan, the release's A-Side, "No One Asked Bazan to Dance," is available to listen to right now.
Taken from 2011's Deerhoof vs. Evil, the track "No One Asked to Dance" originally sounded light and airy, and it still retains Deerhoof's fluttery guitars and rhythms here; but with Bazan at the mic, the new version strays down darker paths. Listen to the track and pick up the 7" to hear the B-Side, a reworking of Bazan's own "Gas and Matches," over at Polyvinyl Records. If that's not enough, Deerhoof just announced they're playing the Crystal Ballroom on March 23rd, supporting labelmates Of Montreal. Get tickets to that show here.
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THE PARSON RED HEADS, TOMMY KEENE
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) In his introduction to the power-pop progenitor's ferocious performance on Late Night in '94, Conan O'Brien declared Tommy Keene "one of the best pop songwriters in the business." A single spin of his 1986 benchmark album, Places That Are Gone, will tell you that's no exaggeration. Anybody with a penchant for pop is guaranteed to be fairly keen on, well, virtually everything Keene has released. His output is remarkably consistent, and unlike conspecifics Chris Stamey or hell, R.E.M., Keene hasn't chilled out with the passing of years. In fact, his latest record, entitled Behind the Parade, might be his grittiest to date. MORGAN TROPER Also see My, What a Busy Week!
TRAVIS LAPLANTE, TREVOR DUNN, THICKET, U SCO
(Laughing Horse Books, 12 NE 10th) Whoever thought prog and punk would be so suited for each other? Certainly the possibility of a compromise occurred to Robert Fripp (look no further than Red-era King Crimson for an example of early prog-punk-rock, which was one of his better ideas). Ryan Miller, guitarist in the Portland-based progressive, experimental, post-whatever band U Sco, has also combined the two almost contradictory styles with ambiguous and riveting results. It's essentially aggressive progressive rock, but stripped of (most) of the unpleasant excesses and regurgitated medieval allusions associated with the genre. In other words, it's restless and exciting as hell, while still containing elements that will stimulate your classically trained friend's virginal ears. Besides, Travis LaPlante (of Little Women) and Trevor Dunn (of Mr. Bungle) are worth the price of admission alone. It's all a reminder that some of the most abrasive, aberrant sounds in the city are emanating from modest all-ages spaces. MT
ALABAMA SHAKES, QUIET LIFE
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Read our article on Alabama Shakes.
BEAT CONNECTION, WAMPIRE, DJ JEFFREY JERUSALEM, SEX LIFE
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Saturday night is a great night for sweatin' it out to dancey electropop, and you'll be thrilled by the synth-tastic stylings of Seattle's Beat Connection (voted Seattle Weekly's Best New Band of 2011). Dreamy, ass-shaking grooves will be the order of the night, with the also awesome Wampire, Jeffrey Jerusalem, and Sex Life DJs rounding out the bill. WM. STEVEN HUMPHREY
THE BLACK SWANS, FLASH FLOOD AND THE DIKES, FISHERMEN 3, SIR RICHARD BISHOP
(Kenton Club, 2025 N Kilpatrick) On Yesterday's Wine, Willie Nelson talks to God—literally. And the interesting part is that God talks back. The 1971 album begins with spoken-word dialogue that infuses the rest of the record with a gothic piousness. The Black Swans employed a similar tactic on their 2011 album Don't Blame the Stars, although singer Jerry DeCicca introduces each song by talking not to God but to you, resulting in a record that plays not so much like an album as a nighttime radio show transmitted from somewhere long gone in America's dusty, spooky past. The musical portion collects weather-beaten folk and funereal gospel, haunted by the ghost of violinist Noel Sayre, who died in a swimming accident shortly following the initial recording sessions. The Ohio band plays a surprising but welcome (and free) show at the Kenton Club, opened by former Sun City Girls guitar mage Sir Richard Bishop. NED LANNAMANN
An email from Andrew R Tonry, who's down in California and wrote about Alabama Shakes this week:
dude, i hope you're going to alabama shakes.i had to go to the show in solana beach, about an hour and a half south, near san diego because the troubadour was well sold-out and i was on the publicist's "guest waiting list," which i figured was a nice way of saying "no."
the trip was worth it. even down there the place, bigger than the troubadour, was fucking packed. and damn, they were hotter than i expected—keep in mind i knew they would be good. but they're polished good, not punk rock good.
feel like they're so bound to get huge that there's almost no ceiling. could be adele big. brittany has a ridiculously incredible voice. with it, she could be the next aretha franklin.
could also be co-opted and scrubbed for massive mall rock, corporate franchises, the house of blues and applebees 40-somethings whose other CD's include josh groban. but i think, based on my conversation with brittany, that they're purer than that. here's hoping.
either way, you'll never see 'em in a venue that size again.
Francesca Marongiu is best known as one-half of the Italian avant-drone duo Architeuthis Rex, but it's her new solo debut under the alias Crisne that really smacks me. Think heavy analog arping alongside hyper-focused drone exploration, with updated synth and drum pads—like Chris & Cosey or Doris Norton for the modern age. Seriously, those motifs have been in need of an update for a long time, and Marongiu is proving herself exceedingly capable when handling these kind of renovations. With Albedo, she succeeds not only at breathing new life into old tropes, but also at making them entirely her own. Yeah, it's really fucking good.
Crisne's Albedo is out now on Phantasma Disques.
You've probably noticed that we don't post about a lot of zydeco music here. In fact, scarcely a day goes by where someone doesn't say, "Hey! What about all that zydeco music you never post about on End Hits, huh?" It has been a decided oversight. But I've been an appreciator ever since becoming mildly obsessed with New Orleans music as a teenager (which is what happens when you grow up in an area that has no musical heritage of its own to speak of). I've found zydeco to be rowdy, raw dance music that, apart from its Cajun musical cousin, stands more or less alone in the American music spectrum. There's accordion. There's washboard. There are songs sung in Creole. And there's always a party. It is the opposite of the kind of music that was played in my hometown.
On that note, here's a video clip of Rosie Ledet and the Zydeco Playboys, who are playing at Duff's Garage on Sunday. And it's a barnburner. Ledet and the Playboys play a particularly rockin' brand of zydeco, with a lot of muscle in the bottom end and surf guitar licks from the guitar. Other than Queen Ida, there historically aren't a ton of female zydeco singers, and Louisiana's Ledet has me wondering why. This show looks like it'll be a lot of fun—an ideal way to keep warm on Sunday night.
Rosie Ledet and the Zydeco Playboys at Duff's Garage, 1635 SE 7th, Sun Jan 29, 8 pm, $10
Marquis says, "I'm pretty stoked about the performers on tap. There's some of the usual suspects (Evan Way, Mike Coykendall, solo sets from all the Denver dudes)... I'm particularly excited to have both Heatwarmer and Thousands coming down from Seattle to play, very different bands (though one is made up of a subset of the other), both among the very best at what they do." It's an all-star lineup to see some great musicians and songwriters in a small room—and for free. The series kicks off this Sunday with Marquis joined by Eric Johnson of Fruit Bats and Zach Tillman of Pearly Gate Music.
Here's the full schedule (Marquis plays on all dates, naturally):
Sun Jan 29 Eric Johnson (Fruit Bats), Zach Tillman (Pearly Gate Music)All shows start at 7 pm at Al's Den (303 SW 12th) and are FREE.
Mon Jan 30 Jenna Conrad, Corey Ravens and friends
Tues Jan 31 Eric Earley (Blitzen Trapper, Denver), Mike Elias (Denver)
Wed Feb 1 Evan Way (Parson Red Heads), Brian Koch (Blitzen Trapper)
Thurs Feb 2 Heatwarmer, Birger Olsen (Denver)
Fri Feb 3 Thousands, Tom Bevitori (Alela Diane & Wild Divine, Denver)
Sat Feb 4 Mike Coykendall, John & David Totten (The Quiet Ones)
INTO THE WOODS SECOND ANNIVERSARY: NIGHTMOVES, GRANDPARENTS, 1939 ENSEMBLE
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Northwest music media website Into the Woods may not have quite achieved empire status, but two years in, they're well on the way. Come celebrate their birthday with new videos (plus some greatest hits), live music from Nightmoves, and the promise of other surprises. MARJORIE SKINNER
ED AND THE RED REDS, MERIDIAN, W.C. BECK AND THE VALIANT SWAINS, EZZA ROSE
(The Piano Fort, 1715 SE Spokane) Read our article on Ed and the Red Reds.
BEATS ANTIQUE
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Read our article on Beats Antique.

I’m here to report that never have I felt my desires so controlled as I do right now, sipping this 7.2 percent Double Deuce Imperial Ale, listening to the raw, calculated rock of Portland’s Wow and Flutter. And you know what? I don’t mind. In a stroke of music marketing genius, Wow and Flutter didn’t hesitate to go right for the jugular to get the word out about their new recordings: alcohol addiction! Buy their specially brewed concoction in specially labeled 22 ounce bottle—thanks to the efforts of Alameda Brewing—get a download of the tracks, and poof! Beer EP! And it’s probably the best extracurricular libation project foisted upon the public since Maynard James Keenan’s vino, or more recently, Bonnie “Prince” Billy’s organic Kona coffee. At least I can get my hands on the brew.