HAYDEN, LOU CANON
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Long before Bon Iver was birthed in a sadness cabin deep within the melancholy forest and nursed with his mother's forlorn tears (all true, read it on Wikipedia), there was Hayden. For close to two decades the Canadian singer/songwriter—born Paul Hayden Desser—has developed from an asphalt-throated troubadour to his current, and more appropriate, style of heartbroken bedroom balladeer. A newborn in arms and a five-year absence from recording seemed like ominous signs of his musical demise, but Hayden has resurfaced with one of his finest offerings to date, Us Alone. There is little joy in opener "Motel," and that's perfectly fine, as Hayden attempts to reignite a past romance—be it with music or otherwise—as he sings, "I can't go on pretending this song is about young lovers born to run/When it's so clearly about you and me." Coupled with "Blurry Nights," the swirlingly sweet ballad with Lou Canon (tonight's opening act as well) and the upbeat single "Rainy Saturday," Us Alone makes sadness sound so wonderful. EZRA ACE CARAEFF
JOSH RITTER, LAKE STREET DIVE
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Lake Street Dive blends the technicality of a jazz-string band, the melodic sensibilities of a pop group, and all the soul anyone could handle, together in one potent cocktail. Vocalist Rachael Price can't help but be center stage as she brings all the virtuosic runs of a jazz singer and the sassy power of a pop-rock star to the band's fun covers of tunes like Jackson 5's classic "I Want You Back," Hall and Oates' "Rich Girl," and the McCartney chestnut "Let Me Roll It." The band is classically trained, but Lake Street Dive sounds less like a stuffy symphony and more like a rootsier version of the Roots; they were a surprise highlight of 2012's Pickathon. Here's hoping the band just moves here already so we can see them every week. RYAN J. PRADO
(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) Katie Crutchfield, formerly of the Birmingham-based bands the Ackleys and P.S. Eliot (both with her twin sister Alison), is on a new page. At age 24, she has been making and performing music for 10 years, but this project is a little different than the punk roots from which she came. Her second album as Waxahatchee, Cerulean Salt, is immediately striking. Like the first, its bleeding honesty pulls you in, like finding the key to someone's diary—but Cerulean Salt has a more polished, collected sound. Crutchfield's storytelling vocals are reminiscent of Mirah or Cat Power, and on this record, a bassist and drummer accompany her gently roaring guitar. Cerulean hits the nail on the head with straightforward melodies and heart-on-sleeve lyrics. RACHEL MILBAUER
THE MEAN JEANS, THERAPISTS, YOUTHBITCH, MIDDLE AGES
(Club 21, 2035 NE Glisan) A free show at Club 21 is maybe as good as your circumstances for seeing the pizza 'n' beer-loving party punk of Mean Jeans are gonna get. Unabashedly wearing the influence of the Ramones, but wearing it remarkably well, the Jeans have lately been honing in on a more unique sound, but don't worry, the party still rages on. MARJORIE SKINNER
MAGIC FADES, BRUXA, INTERIORS
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Interiors' music is like an intense dream: a moving and maybe startling experience on its own, but when you wake up, you want to share it with other people. The songs can hardly contain their buzzing frenetic energy, as each intricate change in tone is layered with electronic beats. The result is both cerebral and edgy, an intriguing combination that belies extreme deliberateness. Portlander Thomas Thorson, the man behind Interiors, has been pushing the boundaries of this sound since 2006, and his experimenting is evident on his recent EP, Deep Cave, which lingers in the otherworldly. Magic Fades headlines the evening with their lust-groove, slick R&B-style jams—a perfect lineup for the truly dance-thirsty crowd. RM
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