Or, Stuff to Buy for Members of the Ungrateful Mercury Staff
ADVENTURE GALLEY, MINDEN, SHY GIRLS
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Minden's record release show is headlined by Adventure Galley, whose lone EP, The Right Place to Be, is just as addictive today as when it was released two years ago. With inspiring synth hooks and '80s power chords behind a monolith of indie-rock vocals, they are poised to soundtrack a mid-'80s period piece about teenagers who find meaning by partaking in racy dancing. The unpolished vocals—at times halting, at times passionate—provide an alluring contrast with the lustrous production. Meanwhile, a new album is on the way, and advance track "Weekend Lovers" is on Soundcloud. Shy Girls is the project of Dan Vidmar, Ingmar Carlson, and Dan Sutherland, and it doesn't technically involve any girls, though it does sound quite a bit like a make-out fantasy involving En Vogue and Salt-n-Pepa. Laid-back and sexy, the thin production and unapologetically digital drums are the perfect setup for a long night of martini drinking and sex having. REBECCA WILSON Also, read our article on Minden.
HOT CHIP, YACHT
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Every time I see YACHT perform it's somehow crazier than the last. More dancing! More sweating! More triangle cultishness! Therefore, expectations for this show, with headliner Hot Chip, are at an all-time high. If the combined frictional forces of their joyous dance tunes literally don't melt the dance floor, I'll go home sad. SARAH MIRK
THE FRESH AND ONLYS, GRASS WIDOW, TERRY MALTS
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) While San Francisco has no shortage of bands enmeshed in '60s pop in one form or another, the Fresh and Onlys continue to push it in sparkly new directions. That's to say the band's latest LP, Long Slow Dance, is a wonderfully lush earworm that has more in common with the Cure than, say, the Seeds. The record is unabashedly sweet and sentimental, brought home by Tim Cohen's echoed vocals and guitars that are less fuzzy and more reverb-drenched than ever. Don't let the slickness of the recording frighten you—you can't fault a band that wants to move out of their parents' garage and take a swan dive into the Paisley Underground. MARK LORE