KISHI BASHI, TALL TALL TREES
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Although he sounds like a fluttering army of angels, Kishi Bashi is merely one man with a violin. His magnificent 151a was one of the best albums of 2012, and he's able to transform those gorgeous symphonies into one of the best one-man live shows in the world. This show has already sold way out, so find that one friend of yours who always has extra tickets. NED LANNAMANN
NIGHT BEDS, INDIANS, CAT MARTINO
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) I don't think I'm the only one who finds it hard to take seriously the entitlement and relationship gymnastics of the people we've started calling millennials (see: Girls). The exception for me is if these protoadults manage to set their (not so very) deep thoughts to music so transcendentally lovely that I have no choice but to feel moved. Case in point: Night Beds. Their first full-length, Country Sleep, came out a few weeks ago, and it is breathtaking. Frontman Winston Yellen sounds much like another astonishingly precocious songwriter, Robin Pecknold, but his music and words are affecting in a completely different way. Co-headlining are Indians, the project and now band of SØren LØkke Juul, a Danish man with a voice a lot like Justin Vernon's. But on his album, Somewhere Else, he's shown himself to be more eccentric and experimental than Bon Iver—which means a lot more interesting. REBECCA WILSON
MOLLY HATCHET, ROOT JACK
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) My memories of Molly Hatchet have zero to do with their music and everything to do with those Frank Frazetta-inked album covers, depicting muscular sword-wielding warriors perched atop armored stallions. They looked bitchin' on both vinyl jackets and jean jackets. I have to admit when I finally heard the band's best-known cut, "Flirtin' with Disaster," it was kind of a letdown. To use an analogy that captures the spirit of the band's music: The carpet didn't match the drapes. Molly Hatchet's classic-rock Southern-boogie is boozy fun, though, if mostly forgettable and forever yellowed by cigarette smoke. I'm sure whichever lineup Molly Hatchet rolls out tonight will capture that in spades. MARK LORE
WORMBAG, STEELHYMEN, A HAPPY DEATH, PISS TEST
(Slabtown, 1033 NW 16th) In the wake of the departure of bass player Andrew Lincoln, the minimalist-doom metal of Portland project Steelhymen has arrived at another transitory point in their brief yet promising existence. Originally forming around a decidedly female take on hard rock (thus, perhaps, the name), the duo of Becca VandeWalle on guitar and Lauren Vidal on drums carved out an essential, urgent sound before expanding to include Lincoln and additional gentleman Chris Conway on guitar and vocals. As evidenced on their recently released album 0 || 0/0, Steel Hymen's music achieves a harsh expansiveness that blurs the gender spectrum, and in the act of finding a new bass player, the band stands poised to further approach new sonic territory. MARANDA BISH
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