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(Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, 1037 SW Broadway) Whether you remember Morrissey from the first time you got high with your boyfriend in the seventh grade, or from the tough dudes down the street that blast him from their lowriders, we all think of him fondly. Tonight, he'll be crooning and swooning at the Schnitz. Don't miss out—not every day is like Friday! ROSE FINN Read our article on Morrissey.
SHABAZZ PALACES, OC NOTES
(Reed College, 3203 SE Woodstock) The avant-garde rap of Seattle's Shabazz Palaces has everything you need: fat bass, ass-moving beats, and brain-tangling lyrics. But the team of Ishmael Butler and Tendai Maraire have totally flipped the hiphop model on its head, making strange, seductive music that sounds like it's beamed from outer space. They're playing the Masquerade Ball at Reed Arts Week. NED LANNAMANN
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) You might not have noticed, but Emancipator is playing one of the biggest local-band shows this week, headlining the Wonder Ballroom on the heels of the release of new album Dusk to Dawn. Knob-twiddler Doug Appling is indeed a Portland resident, and as Emancipator, he makes picturesque electronic music that's more trip-hop and folktronica than anything else. (Remember those things?) Actually, Dusk to Dawn is a graceful and pretty record, highlighted by gypsy violin from Ilya Goldberg, who'll be joining the live show as well. While the clicking beats and tastefully arranged synth programs are more hotel lobby than rock club, Emancipator is perfectly enjoyable breakfast-making or wallpaper-hanging music. Still, I can't help but wish the similar-sounding but far edgier Talkdemonic were headlining the Wonder instead. NL
BLACK 'N BLUE, SONIC TEMPLE, LABANSKY
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE César E. Chávez) Seeing the names Black 'N Blue and LaBansky on the Hawthorne Theatre marquee might make you forget what year it is. (The $25 ticket price should help to remind you.) One-time Portland glammers Black 'N Blue have called LA home for decades now, but the biggest difference is the absence of original guitarist Tommy Thayer, who now dons the makeup of one Ace Frehley in a pseudo-cover band that charges upward of $150 a ticket. The chances of Thayer joining B'NB for this little homecoming are next to nil, although I did notice KISS has a couple of off-days in Australia at the time of this show. Maybe Ace will step in for Tommy in Black 'N Blue. That would surely make KISS fans' heads implode. MARK LORE
LORD DYING, ATRIARCH, NETHER REGIONS, GAYTHEIST
(Branx, 320 SE 2nd) Four terrific local metal bands are playing Branx tonight, and getting into the thick of that dark, smelly room won't cost you one thin dime. It's a completely free show, headlined by Lord Dying, who are riding high off their newly signed contract with Relapse Records. It's also the tour kickoff show for Gaytheist, who are a pure, giddy pleasure machine masquerading in the form of a loud-as-fuck metal band featuring a nattily dressed gay frontman. And yes, this show is as free as the great outdoors. There is no excuse to miss it. NL
ASSEMBLY OF DUST, SUGARCANE
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) The next time an acquaintance of a certain age begins whining about how "they" don't make music like they used to, shut them up by plugging Assembly of Dust into their ears. Assembly of Dust have been sounding like the sunny '70s for a full decade now, and have always been very open about the fact that they wish they were the Band. Sun Shot, their newest studio album, is an impeccably produced, country-tinged nostalgia piece. Effortlessly enjoyable, it'll make you dust off your copies of American Beauty and Music from Big Pink—which are better albums, sure, but Sun Shot holds its own. Frontman (and former Strangefolk guitarist) Reid Genauer formed the band while pursuing an MBA at Cornell, which has to be the least rock 'n' roll origin story in the history of alt-country, but whatever. The hooks will immediately banish any Ivy League-related skepticism and plunge you straight into a lazy summer afternoon. REBECCA WILSON