KID KOALA, ADIRA AMRAM AND THE EXPERIENCE
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Canadian DJ and turntablist Kid Koala is bringing his insane futuristic vaudevillian act to town! Besides hearing Kid klassics and songs from his new album, expect sexy girl fan dances, a giant cardboard working gramophone, and... robotic back-up singer puppets?!? The future is a weird place, man. WM. STEVEN HUMPHREY
TWIN SISTER, PURE BATHING CULTURE
(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) Give your ears a loving hug with the prismatic, soft-focus sounds of Twin Sister, who make nostalgic synthpop sound so damn emotional. Some songs make you want to dance! Some songs make you want to cry. Some songs will make you want to do both, just don't freak anybody out on the dance floor. NED LANNAMANN
TITLE FIGHT, PIANOS BECOME THE TEETH, SINGLE MOTHERS, LEE COREY OSWALD
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) Possibly following examples set by the Sidekicks and the Menzingers earlier this year, Title Fight are the latest East Coast punk institution to renounce their goofy and admittedly hoary pop-punk roots in favor of a more timeless aesthetic. And they've arguably done it better than either of those bands, to boot; the result, Floral Green, is a near-perfect LP that will almost certainly be included in my best of 2012 list. It's far more suggestive of early- to mid-'90s indie-cum-emo forebears like Seaweed and Archers of Loaf than anything that's ever been featured on a Warped Tour compilation, and that's a really, really good thing. The autumnal "Leaf" is the most genuine and emphatic exposition on the insignificance of human existence I've heard in a hot second (after all, what better way to get over a broken heart than to realize that nothing matters?). Title Fight are sentimental and emo-as-fuck without ever seeming mawkish, and that's exceptional. This record gives me goose bumps, in addition to high hopes for the future of rock music. MORGAN TROPER
SKELETONWITCH, HAVOK, MUTILIATION RITES, NIGHT NURSE
(Branx, 320 SE 2nd) Skeletonwitch plays the musical equivalent of medieval torture. Plucking all the finer points of speed and intensity from black, death, and thrash metal, the band writes tunes that make the act of impalement look like someone getting a little splinter, and the breaking wheel look like a carousel. Along with the unholy butchery of the band's riffs, Skeletonwitch also maintains a balance of triumphant harmonies. So, not only do your enemies receive the painful smiting they deserve, but you also get the appropriate soundtrack to celebrate the glory of your victory! May all those who conspire against you—musically, that is—fear the brutality that Skeletonwitch wields! ARIS WALES
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) The ethereal pop melodies of the Books kept us company throughout the absurdities of the last decade. In 2010, their last album, The Way Out, encapsulated the fragmentation and post-ness of the age with surreal stories and snippets of found sounds. Then they called it quits. Now, guitarist Nick Zammuto is back with a new, self-titled band and album. Still agile, still experimental, Zammuto nevertheless has embraced a more substantial aesthetic: He sounds like a man with a band now. Does this mean the world is getting less ridiculous? Um, no. Zammuto-the-band is a conceptual antidote to the crumbling world order, a foundation of authenticity that nevertheless confronts chaos head on. Have fun while you still can, preferably while enjoying every musical genre, from acid house to Afro-funk. The heroic chorus of "Yay," the album's opener and zenith, will be stuck in your brain for days. REBECCA WILSON
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