GAYTHEIST, MINOTON, COUGAR
(Kenton Club, 2025 N Kilpatrick) Read our article on Gaytheist.
NUDE BEACH, DIVERS, DEFECT DEFECT, BI-MARKS, DJ KEN DIRTNAP
(Slabtown, 1033 NW 16th) Go ahead, Google "Nude Beach." I dare ya. If you're lucky—or if you throw the word "band" in your search phrase—you'll come across the fucking splendid New York trio, who just released their just-as-Google-proof album II on the new imprint of renowned Manhattan record emporium Other Music. (It's across the street from where Tower Records used to be, and they stocked all the cool shit Tower wouldn't—hence the name.) Originally hailing from Long Island, Nude Beach sounds like they were raised on WNEW and outdoor concerts at Jones Beach; their jangly fist-pumpers initially elicit comparisons to vintage Elvis Costello and early Tom Petty, but quickly assert themselves as their own individual entities. Roky Erickson is taking them on tour as his backing band later this year, but you don't need the godfather of American psychedelia's blessing—Nude Beach are making rock 'n' roll the way god intended: catchy, snappy, a little sloppy, and with sand in the crotch. NED LANNAMANN
BRONCHO, BAD WEATHER CALIFORNIA, LOVELY BAD THINGS, JARET FERRATUSCO
(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) If you're looking for needle-red rock, Broncho rip through their garage pop nuggets at full throttle. In their wake, the Oklahoma band will leave behind swinging hips, smiling faces, snapping fingers, and possibly a grease stain or two. NL
THE VIBRATORS, BOATS!, BLUE SKIES FOR BLACK HEARTS, THE CRY
(Ash Street Saloon, 225 SW Ash) We should all be very grateful that a classic, illustrious British punk band like the Vibrators would even bother playing in this city at a modest venue like Ash Street (in a perfect world, they'd be headlining the Rose Garden, but this world is clearly far from perfect). The group's 1977 debut, Pure Mania (which is consistently voted one of the best punk LPs of all time), is probably the best place to start: 15 immaculate pop hits in under 35 minutes—what an incredible value! But it's hardly where you should stop: the band's oft-eclipsed sophomore effort V2 is every bit as good. Just listen to the excellent "Fall In Love"—turns out Big Star wasn't the only band Paul Westerberg was stealing from. MORGAN TROPER
BUCKETHEAD, BEN SAMPLES
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Even if you don't really give a shit about Buckethead—in which case, welcome to the club, we're nearing capacity—you have to admire how frighteningly prolific the guy (girl? animatron?) is. For the last 10 years, Bucky's been sticking to a four-LP-a-year average, while also touring—as a solo artist, briefly as a member of Colonel Claypool's Bucket of Bernie Brains, and (controversially) Guns N Roses. He is a diligent-ass dude. On the other hand, though, how hard can it be to pump a record out when you're a "virtuoso guitarist"? His latest, The Shores of Molokai, suggests it isn't very difficult at all, as the tracks all sound rather lazily assembled. Maybe this will be the show where he finally removes his disguise? MT
(Oregon Zoo, 4001 SW Canyon) Before they turned into what was essentially a Peter Cetera solo vehicle (god forbid), Chicago was actually a neat little rock 'n' roll band, combining symphonic elements with solid pop songcraft while, almost inconceivably, managing to avoid prog-rock grandiosity. Chicago II, in particular, is a great record ripe for rediscovery ("Make Me Smile" and "25 or 6 to 4" are arguably the band's best known compositions from their early period, and for good reason). Anything beyond that, tread cautiously. MT
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