THE KIDS, MEAN JEANS, CHEMICALS, SEX CRIME
(Star Theater, 13 NW 6th) Nearly forgotten Belgian punk legends the Kids are something of a secret handshake band among punk/power-pop enthusiasts, for a few very good reasons; the first being that the group's records are some of the rarest and most coveted from the era. The second is that the band absolutely rips: Here is a band, more or less isolated from the rest of the first-wave punk movement, who released a 25-minute debut record in 1979 (featuring classics like "Fascist Cops" and "Do You Love the Nazis?") that's worlds snottier than their English and American counterparts. But it's on their fourth record, Blackout, where the Kids struck chiming, power-pop gold with the closest they got to a ubiquitous pop single, "There Will Be No Next Time"'—now that's a hook. MORGAN TROPER
BEACHWOOD SPARKS, THE PARSON RED HEADS
(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Beachwood Sparks have situated themselves at that fertile intersection where folk rock, pop, psychedelia, country, and Beach Boys-style harmonies all come together. The Byrds famously discovered this territory on 1968's classic The Notorious Byrd Brothers, but that fractious band was only able to stay put in that location for the half-hour of that album's runtime. Several decades later, Beachwood Sparks rediscovered the outpost and set up a permanent settlement, claiming it as their own, and breaking only for a hiatus between 2002's Make the Cowboy Robots Cry EP and 2012's full-length The Tarnished Gold. That most recent record is an infatuating slab of space-cowboy sunshine, as true a bit of California as anything from the Golden State. NED LANNAMANN
COOL NUTZ, DJ FATBOY, BEEJAN, JUMA BLAQ, 5 LINE ENT, MANIAC LOK, DREA STEVES
(Ash Street Saloon, 225 SW Ash) Cool Nutz is considered the godfather of the Portland rap scene, a fitting title considering he basically created it from the ground up with childhood friend Bosko. It's an exercise in futility to introduce him to most, as he is to Portland hiphop what Sir Mix-a-Lot is to Seattle. Nutz alludes to this on the single "Young Mix-a-Lot," from his latest full-length, Bars. Speaking of Seattle, Nutz will visit there early next month as a featured speaker on a Grammy Academy panel explaining how to build a professional network. Tonight, however, finds him celebrating the release of the aforementioned Bars, which was mostly recorded in tour stops in Europe (Norway, Amsterdam, and Copenhagen) and the West Coast, featuring production from Norwegian producer Hi-Q and local track master Terminill. RYAN FEIGH
FATHER JOHN MISTY, PURE BATHING CULTURE
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) Father John Misty is a somewhat arbitrary name plucked by former Fleet Foxes drummer Josh Tillman for one of his solo projects. But it fits a brilliant man who once wanted to be a pastor, presumably at a church where the sacraments are mushrooms and the sermon is a strange, vicious tale sung in a haunting, clarion voice. DENIS C. THERIAULT
EDWARD SHARPE AND THE MAGNETIC ZEROS, SONS OF FATHERS, WAKE OWL, FORT ATLANTIC
(Waterfront Park, 1020 SW Naito) Portland's annual Rose Festival is underway, which means a ton of excitement on the waterfront in the form of CityFair. TO WIT: concerts at the terribly named RoZone stage this weekend featuring Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros (Saturday) and Fitz and the Tantrums (Sunday); tons of stomach-churning rides and elephant ears; live exotic animals (!!); and tonight, fireworks! WM.™ STEVEN HUMPHREY
BILLY MARTIN/WIL BLADES DUO
(The Goodfoot, 2845 NE Stark) Billy Martin you know as the drummer of Medeski Martin & Wood, one of the baddest avant-soul-jazz trios ever. His loose-limbed funkiness and percussive adventurousness rank highly among the all-time greats. Organist Wil Blades has played with Dr. Lonnie Smith, John Lee Hooker, Idris Muhammad, and other important figures. Together they're natural conspirators in unstoppable groove manufacturing. Martin and Blades find endless ways to boggle your mind with their provocative compositional brilliancies. YouTube their New York City performance of "Toe Thumb" for proof of the disciplined voodoo they conjure with the greatest of expertise. DAVE SEGAL
(Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, 1037 SW Broadway) Regardless of whether you love or hate Primus—and for you of the latter category, what is your goddamn deal?—the fact remains that there are few bands who can claim to be more risk-taking, more adventurous, and more downright weird. Their most recent album, Green Naugahyde, was a return to the thwappy swamp-prog found on lesser collections such as The Brown Album, though it still packed a singular punch. But even what might be construed as a dud for Les Claypool is usually more original than half of the crappy pap I spend most of my time listening to. To augment my obviously objective position on the band's music, their current tour is in 3D (whatever that means) and will be heard through quad surround sound! Take that, Pink Floyd laser light show! RYAN J. PRADO
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