CODY CHESNUTT, RADIATION CITY
(Star Theater, 13 NW 6th) Read our article on Cody Chesnutt.
X, FIREBALLS OF FREEDOM, NO TOMORROW BOYS
(Dante's, 350 W Burnside) The announcement of X making a stop in Portland has gotten those raised on the band's monumental debut, Los Angeles, frothing and giddy, and for good reason. X were—and are—a perfect storm of Exene Cervenka, John Doe, drummer D.J. Bonebrake, and punk rock guitar wunderkind Billy Zoom, all of whom will be present and accounted for tonight. X has always been brainy and brawny, and if Los Angeles is the obvious go-to for many, records like Wild Gift and More Fun in the New World shouldn't be overlooked. If you're lucky enough to have snagged a ticket for tonight—which is also Dante's 13th anniversary—this is going to be a hot and sweaty good time. MARK LORE Also see My, What a Busy Week!
AUTONOMICS, THE FONTAINE CLASSIC, THE HOLY CHILD
(East End, 203 SE Grand) Formed in Chico and now residing in Portland, the duo of singer/guitarist Tyler Mehlhaff and drummer Frank Roehr are the Fontaine Classic, and their debut full-length, Latest Faith, originally made its way to the Mercury office as a five-song EP. Now augmented by a further five tracks (both halves are available on Bandcamp separately), Latest Faith is an album proper, and one that's available on vinyl from Flipside Records. It's an appealingly skewed collection of homespun rock that evokes moss and clouds and creaking wooden floors—in other words, these Chico boys fit right in here. The Fontaine Classic's best moments are often their weirdest, like the attic jazz of "All That Space" or the super-close-up sound of lead track "Tourist," which gives the impression that Mehlhaff is singing directly into your ear. The band's newer material is reportedly more dance-oriented, which does seem a stretch from the vine-like tendrils of folk that entwine Latest Faith, but the Fontaine Classic's sense of adventure should take them far. NED LANNAMANN
D.R.I., RENDERED USELESS, GUILLOTINE, AMERICAN ROULETTE
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE CÉsar E. ChÁvez) Widely credited as pioneers of melding hardcore punk with thrash metal, Houston, Texas' D.R.I. (Dirty Rotten Imbeciles, if you're nasty) have trudged along for 30 years, seven studio albums, and an impressive amount of worldwide touring. More impressive is that the band's founding members—singer Kurt Brecht and guitarist Spike Cassidy—are still at it, especially when considering Cassidy's battle with, and subsequent recovery from, colon cancer. D.R.I. has returned no worse for wear, and continues to pummel audiences over the head with breakneck thrash opuses and the kind of first-wave punk-rock attitude that makes you wanna fill your face with holes and shave your head into a mohawk. RYAN J. PRADO
BUILT TO SPILL, FINN RIGGINS
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Did you miss the secret, invite-only Built to Spill show at Bunk Bar this past October? Here's your consolation prize—two cozy shows at the Doug Fir with the Idaho band's new lineup. Their last album is four years old, so I'm willing to bet your parched ears are going to hear some new tunes! COURTNEY FERGUSON
DJ FATBOY'S FOOT FETISH FANTASY BIRTHDAY BALL: COOL NUTZ, STEWART VILLAIN, MANIAC LOK, STEVO TRIPLE SB, LOAD B, AL-ONE, DANNY MERKURY
(Ted's, 231 SW Ankeny) The most famous foot fetishist in the world is Quentin Tarantino. This is known. Less known is that the runner-up, the prince of podophilia, resides in Portland. Jewells "DJ Fatboy" Pena—the man behind the decks at Kreayshawn concerts, and friend to Portland hiphop godfather Cool Nutz—might be gunning for Tarantino's crown with tonight's "Foot Fetish Fantasy Birthday Ball," where not only will you be treated to performances from Cool Nutz, Maniac Lok, Load B, Al-One and others, not only will you witness Fatboy, one of the better turntablists in PDX, perform a blistering birthday set—but that turntablist will also, if you have an extra 20 bones on hand, massage your feet. The hands that make magic on the wheels of steel will soothe your barking dogs, calm your crying corns, and send you (and him) to a state of higher elevation. BOBBY ROBERTS
THE WE SHARED MILK, SAMA DAMS, CROTCH
(Firkin Tavern, 1937 SE 11th) In the summer of 2012, the We Shared Milk got together with a troop of local bands to record 10 tracks for their album History of Voyager and Legend Tripping. The result was a diverse yet cohesive flow of songs that signified a new chapter for the band. After a few years of playing innumerable gigs around town, TWSM now embody the artistic vision of Portland musicians: making innovative music that retains its lightheartedness, with the support of the community. Their music is all over the map, conjuring up psychedelic stoner rock, dreamy blues tunes, and punk-stained melodies. This is the first in a series of the band's February residency at the Firkin, with different guests each Friday; tonight catch them with the equally dynamic Sama Dams, whose striking experimental-rock will make you wonder what continues to make Portland musicians so damn excellent. RACHEL MILBAUER
REVA DEVITO, SHY GIRLS, BROWNISH BLACK
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Soak up the sexy soul vibes before it's too late, as this could be the last show where you can call Reva DeVito one of us. She's on to bigger things and making the obvious PDX-to-LA move. I guess Portland's summer-camp romance with sultry-lady new jack will have to be put on hold. Meanwhile, indie R&B pilots Shy Girls are raising the bar with the impressively cohesive bridge between their refined recordings and immaculate live show. Unlike a lot of bands that started out as a solo recording project, Shy Girls stand out by nailing it every single time with a seven-piece ensemble. ROCHELLE HUNTER
BATH PARTY, WIRE EYES, LUNAR GRAVE
(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) You can pretty much hurl a dart in the air at random and it'll bull's-eye a surf band. The throwback's ubiquity is as enthusiastic as it is fun, and locals like the Shivas and Guantanamo Baywatch are expanding its sonic parameters. Bath Party, however, holds truer to surf's quirky connections to rockabilly, via downright gloomy (though no-less peppy) single-note runs and extended psych-garage jams. The band's 2012 EP, To the Moon, rejects a majority of the trends in the resuscitation of surf-rock, simply by being loyal to the genre's framework, imploring anyone within earshot to give in to spasms of rock 'n' roll ecstasy. RJP
SHOT OF MERCURY, THE CONTROL FREAKS, I DIGRESS, SECOND PLAYER SCORE
(Red Room, 2530 NE 82nd) First of all, I have to give Shot of Mercury credit for their name. (Shot of Asian Reporter doesn't have quite the same ring.) Secondly, the local four-piece's new album, On the Rocks, is just plain fun, a ripping, rocking, rolling record that would have burned up the FM dial in 1981. You can tell by every note that it's purely a labor of love for the band, which makes it a refreshing change of pace from the forlorn torment that makes up many nervous debuts. Shot of Mercury includes former members of Portland bands like Stabitha, Shifft, and Treadmill, and they certainly know their way around a hooky melody and a fuzz-driven riff, not giving a fuck about genre styles or what's currently hip. Rather, they make plain old rawk that sounds good loud. Shot of Mercury aren't tortured artists, and thank goodness—they sound like a group of folks you'd love to have a few beers with. NL
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