METZ, WHITE LUNG, WL
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Breakneck rock at thunderous volumes is the name of Metz's game, so prepare to get blown to the back of the room by the sheer weight of the Toronto trio's sound. Also on board are White Lung, the charismatic, whip-smart Vancouver, BC punk band fronted by Mish Way, who's as badass as rock stars come. NED LANNAMANN
WHITEHORSE, SANTI ELIJAH HOLLEY
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) When it comes to rock 'n' roll, Luke Doucet and Melissa McClelland have a commitment problem. They can't come to terms with the fact that they are rockers. This identity crisis should be evident to anybody who has heard Whitehorse's excellent second album, The Fate of the World Depends on This Kiss. The two-thirds of the album that are down 'n' dirty angular blues rock is fantastic, making the remaining one-third devoted to pretty Americana seem extraneous. In their solo work, the married Canadians have shown a fondness for singer/songwriter introspection. But as a duo, they're at their best when they sing against the sad chime of an electric guitar and the rhythm of a saloon piano. Fortunately, even at their most introspective, Doucet and McClelland's vocals sparkle. But when they rock ("Achilles' Desire," "Devil's Got a Gun," "Jane"), their voices sizzle. REBECCA WILSON
MAY DAY MUSIC FEST: SOCIAL STUDIES, HUSTLE AND DRONE, GLASSBONES, PHEASANT, CATHERINE FEENY, SAMA DAMS, SUMMER CANNIBALS, JOLLIFF
(Alhambra Theatre, 4811 SE Hawthorne) Read our article on the opening of Alhambra Theatre.
SAD HORSE, ROCKOON, THE BUGS
(Slabtown, 1033 NW 16th) Mike Coumatos and Paul Haines are the Bugs. The Portland crud-rock band has been kicking out the jamz for years now, quietly unleashing their noise into ears like those little mind-controlling bugs (Ceti Eels, for the Trekkies) from Wrath of Kahn. But these Bugs are fun, and the only danger they pose is to themselves. Their paper trail of 7-inches are littered with good-time garage rock that's as lo-fi as it is high-minded. Another notable Portland two-piece, Sad Horse, shares the bill, and like the Bugs, they tend to hide more in this city's cracks and crevasses. But when they do come out, they bring the noise. MARK LORE
THE LONELY FOREST, NOW, NOW, PONY VILLAGE
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Twin Cities-based Now, Now have returned with their sophomore full-length, Threads, a methodical, somber collection of ephemerally dreamy indie-pop. The band's follow-up to 2010's Neighbors EP benefits greatly from the collaborative nature of producer Howard Redekopp (Tegan and Sara, the New Pornographers), who pays strict attention to deconstruction of arrangements and allows the cream to rise to the top. The fussy "Oh. Hi." operates as a fog-like sound collage one minute, but soon gives way to a moody melody whose heaviness belies its intricacy, not unlike some early Death Cab for Cutie. Perhaps appropriately, Now, Now is signed to DCFC guitarist Chris Walla's Trans- Records. But that simple of a comparison would be a fallacy; Now, Now's solid cross-section of dream-pop and mid-'90s alt-rock, meshed with the one-two vocal tandem of Cacie Dalager and Jess Abbott, is a smart listen on its own terms. RYAN J. PRADO
BONOBO, EL TEN ELEVEN
(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) Tonight should be a smorgasbord for those who like their music dense and fussy. Electronic DJ and composer Simon Green—AKA Bonobo—has been mixing an array of electronic bleeps and bloops with live instrumentation and field recordings for years now. Those who like it really like it; those who don't will never get it. I get the feeling, however, that Green is Bonobo's biggest fan. Also on the bill is El Ten Eleven, a two-piece that sounds like an army. Double-neck bass is the main weapon of choice, along with drums and enough effects to make Bonobo's ears perk up. ML
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